This is old blues. Old as dust blues, dust blowing off of a creaky record player old, Jefferson's trembling wails rising from dust-covered timeline floorboards.
The emotion carries, less in word than in feeling, in the jaunty, jumbled plucks offset by that endless wail. Minimal and elemental, pre-band, pre-rock, dang, pre-jazz, damn near pre-music somehow, harkening back to a place that stepped out of time.
You'll need a real specific setting to want to put this record on, but if you find that time and place you best not be without it 4/5
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