Like the pyramids of Giza or the Sphinx itself, Lee Fields doesn’t change, but he gives you everything he’s got, and he’s a national treasure for that very reason. Special Night is a fitting testament to his consistency. He delivers husky, hard-as-nails soul music with a vintage patina—thanks, in part, to The Expressions, comprising various members of Bushwick’s own Daptone crew—with lyrics that often take gut-wrenchingly modern twists, from the confessional “Work to Do” (“Now I know it’s time for me to take some responsibility/ That’s why I’m gonna be at the counselor’s office Monday at a quarter to three”) to the psychedelic funk anthem “Make the World.” (“Boots on the ground, that’s what they say/ Send those mothers, patch your sons so far away.”) Now, nearly 10 albums into a career renaissance that started taking off in earnest back in the late ‘90s, Fields has finally hit a groove that accentuates all his talents as a singer; his emotional range runs from wistfully romantic (“Lover Man”) to sweat-soaked yearning worthy of Otis Redding (“Let Him In”), and he taps into it with all the naked honesty of someone who has truly lived through the vivid stories he tells.