|
Speaking
of spots, I will always have a soft spot in my blackened heart for Five
Horse Johnson, because they were the band onstage when I took my wife
Stacey out on our first date. There they were, harmonica blowin’ away,
sweat, thunder, dirty badman blooze, the works. The perfect introduction
to my world. That was 6 years ago, and I’m happy to report, we’re all
still going strong. “The Mystery Spot” has all the shit you
expect from Five Horse, only with a crystal sheen washing over it, like a
pig farmer in his Sunday suit. Its got the chariot choogle, the wailing
mouth organ, the gravelly whiskey howl, the kinda lyrics you want to start
spouting off at your next drunken barfight (“I’m goin’ off like 10 cent
dynamite!”) and the kind of propulsive greaseboogie rivvems that get you
in that agitated state in the first place. It’s also got Clutch’s drummer
and most of Antler helping out here and there, which is sweet of ‘em.
Nuthin’ fancy, of course, but it sure does hit that mysterious spot just
right. ________________________________________________________ |