A tent under which we can all get together. The rare artist who can be popular, yet not pander, be critically praised, yet comprehensible to the average jerk.
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.”
Surprisingly, the total amount of lyrical lecture consisting of paraphrasings of Angry Brigade/King Mob sloganeering doesn’t outweigh the musical punch.
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.
Ever wonder what happened to the Spin Doctors? Me neither, Turns out Eric “Annoying Grinning Dwarf” Schenkman hooked up with Corky Laing of Mountain fame.