Chuck Ragan has made me revise the, “Oh, fuck this. An acoustic guitar? Absolutely not,” thought bubble that automatically pops into my head when I walk into those situations. I’m prejudiced against the format that’s all-too-often given the solo-act Blues Hammer treatment, yet Chuck translates a ragged heart so clearly, simply, and directly right onto vinyl that it’s startling. Hats off to his haunting, beautiful, and gutsy stuff.
–todd (No Idea)