40 years ago this was a revival. Weird.
A shuffling, dusty piece of moaning, bare-bones ragtime, scant few drums to speak of, just the thump of a horn, a tap of a foot, a fingernail on acoustic body to keep time. The devil's in the details, in Redbone's big, wobbling warble, in the super-close, super-crisp production, you are right up in the room, which feels of porches, floorboards, sunsets through one tree, while strings and harmonicas and other ghosts coast by.
Surely made in a studio proper, and distant from real troubles, but Redbone sells it 4/5
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