Not the usual head-cuttin’ stompin’ blues curiosity the label specializes in. James “Super Chikan” Johnson’s soulful elaborations on old themes will win fans.
Blues purists may dismiss this slab o’ anarchic slide guitar’n’bass drum voodoo as mere hipster shuck’n’jive gimmickry. It’s sure not the “same old blues crap.”
Traditional blues standards interpreted by a guy who sounds like a more soulful Howlin’ Wolf who played a cheapo trebly electric Fender rip-off of some sort.
If you want empirical proof that the Blues are still around us, livin’ and breathin’ and bleedin’, look no further than Fat Possum Records of Oxford, MS.
Not an elderly Mississippi bluesman with a bottomless reservoir of righteous anger. Instead, we get four deadend kids who dig drinkin’, drivin’, and gamblin’.