Bad Man is raw like a wound scrubbed with steel wool, jagged like the neck snapped from a bottle of Thunderbird ESQ, and chock full of soul and attitude.
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.
Music makes the world livable, and good music can make this often metaphorical and occasionally literal garbage heap much more so, ‘cept it’s a bitch to find.