Wanda snapped this up as soon as it got in the house. Whenever I’d go in her office to get a rubber glove or some upholstery tacks I’d hear a snatch of it and go, “nice Stones riff” or “I didn’t know we had any Thorogood.” Finally, I got it back and found it to be a heapin hot bowl of soul-funchin electric blues that ranges in intensity from sub-Gun Club through Doo Rag and on out to Immortal Lee County. If you were taping it for car listening, there’s not one song you would leave off.
–doug (Estrus)