It is not what you think of when you think of a country record
Singer-songwriter folk filtered through the blues of the American South
Can music be sexy? Absofuckinglutley.
Family Tree is a backroad driving, horseshoe pitching, beer-drinking record.
Encore oozes soul.
Terraplane is the kind of record you put on the turntable to impress people in the know or in the music industry.
This is rock n roll as if it had evolved in the hollers of West Virginia.
This is a solid blues-based rock n roll album that has flares of funky disco, big band rock with horns and pianos, punk rock lite, and stripped down coffee house music.
Howlin’ Wolf’s vocal work has that I-have-seen-some-shit-that-you-would-not-believe-type of feel to it. He is the kind of guy that you do not want to mess with, but want to hang around so you can hear his stories.
Aftermath is almost 51 years old. Think about that for a moment; 51 years in the future is the year 2068. Damn.
This record is Memphis soul, Delta blues, and party jam band all wrapped into one big and bold sound.
Willie and the Poor Boys jams when it comes to rocking out on a piano and can hold its own against any similar record.
This is not blues-virtuoso-Gary Clark Jr., this is soulful-take-you-to-church-Gary Clark Jr.
Little Seeds ends on a low and sad note. This LP is an emotional trip.
This is a solid record that satisfies an itch for new music that sounds like old music. Also, I imagine that this album sounds better with a little marijuana.
There is not a lot of overproduction on this album. It sounds unrefined and gritty, but also clean at the same time.
This album is less of the swamp music sound that is associated with Creedence Clearwater Revival and is more of a soulful jam band sound.
I am pretty sure that I am 1% blacker because I listened to this album.
It sounds the way it should. It is heavy where it needs to be and filled with catchy tunes that will make you nod your head in time
It is soulful funky blues with a little country spice.
If I told you this album was a black blues singer from the bayou named Smokey Bones Washington, you’d believe me.