I had to listen to the album twice when I first bought it; second time simply to confirm what I'd just heard, that this band are indeed the very worthy succesors to the great heritage we are lucky to have been granted by messrs Johnson, Waters, Berry, Page, Hendrix, Young, etc. Firmly planted deeply in the blues, the cool licks and riffs and grooves of this stunning offering will have you bouncing around the room. Paul Mahon plays his heart out on this with immpeccable accompanyment from a band surely destined for greatness. Not a week track on it. I didn't think that they'd improve on Rise, difficult second albums and all, but they have. More bluesy and gutsy than even that great mix.
A terrific ride of an album that shows, in complete contrast to the depressing wailings of the trendy indie set, just how joyful and exuberent music can and should be, and how tremendous it can make you feel. There is something for everyone here:
If you're an old rocker, like me, this WILL restore your faith in modern musicianship and give you hope for the future.
If your're young, this is a fine example of just how a band can merge all the great influences and take the blues to a new level, by playing instruments as they should be played, backed by killer vocals. Please, please, take note, I humbly beg of you.
If you're Chris or Rich Robinson, flush your stash down the toilet, drink a litre of orange juice, and weep. For this is the band that The Black Crowes could, and should, have been.
Awesome. Get it. Somehow, anyhow. Today.