(Estrus) www.estrus.com
First things first. Even if you think these guys suck elephants balls they are possessed by a great moniker, especially for a couple of juiced up guys dragging infernal sluiced up blues into the open again. They really do have an authentic slant on slices of bourbon blasted blazing...the singers strangulated shrieks and whimpers sound like those hellhounds have done caught up with him and are gnawing on his throat. Hints of The Allman's and Peter Green right back to Skip James and Charlie Patton show a diversity and depth of understanding of this music. Enuff to look it square in the eye and say fuck you this is how it is to us. Y'know not give it the dubious respect of making safe earnest coffee table muzak for geography teachers like Robert Cray (tho I ain't accusing him of being a geography teacher). Cos, obviously this is stuck thru a punk blender and all that so takes it back to it's proper primitive rawness. Standout track by far is rampagingly deranged opener Robert Johnson (renamed from the Estrus sampler where it was the better titled Preachin' More Fuckin' Blues) and the odd majesterial sledgehammer punches drowning in the sludge like their own Shitcanned Again (good title also) and the leering lurching brazen thuggery of their take on Rollin' and Tumblin'. However they ain't too strong on actual songs, hooks or anything, no huge crime sure, but at times they play an almost random selection of riffs and crashing percussion which to some might make sense while to others not. Kinda like was Captain Beefheart being a clever little genius or just an obtuse prick making unlistenable shite suitable for beard stroking types. Frayed around the edges, frayed all the way to the middle too, this guy was a bit disappointed especially after the stuff on the aforelymentioned sampler but hey...That's the way it goes.