Back in the 50's, a few of us Chicago suburban kids surreptitiously tuned the radio to WGES, high on the dial, to hear disk jockey Sam Evans. The best part was when he took us "Down, way down to the basement" to hear the blues by McKinley Morganfield--Muddy Waters--and his sidemen. "Folk Blues," and more especially "More Folk Blues," came out in the sixties, but contain fifties recordings, made before Mike Bloomfield and other "discovered" Muddy and the recordings slicked up. They are almost the only way to relive the experience of raw early electric blues as played at Pepper's Lounge and around the South Side. No one ever phrased a song like Muddy: in "I wisht I knew what cha-a-nge-d my baby's mind," the four-syllable rendering and the amazing note speaks of loss in a never-reproduced voice. The tunes are the upbeat sound with the submerged hurt that defines real blues: "Hello, little girl, you sure do appeal to me. You know you remind me of my all-time used-to-be." If blues means more to you than crashing metal and incoherent screaming, you need this CD.