Blues and soul used to heartbeat around the highways of America one road house, chapel, and boozing ken at a time. It’s a different war of culture now; against the stucco footprints of chain store giants. In between the toes, a jangly fungus is proving resistant to the merciless stomps and flattening. Surely, The Turpentine Brothers owe the Reigning Sound several quarters in their tip jar, but this is far from a straight-up rip. They hold steady on their own with organ-alive, harmonic-piping, gasoline-soaked, rag-on-the-mouth music that stands proudly by itself. Great stuff.
–todd (Alien Snatch)