t-model ford

...since the 'rediscovery' of the blues back in those long gone hazy days of six oh times its been like a mission to certain parties to clean it up one way or another...sanitizing it by endless squeaky clean recording until the essential lifeblood has all but disappeared...looking in a store selling blues records these days ain't worth the effort because its going be the same old faces gradually lightening the sound until its transparent...no rough edge recording, no spur of the moment hit and miss riffing, nothing at all to make it exciting...just deadly dull from the getgo till it ends, one completely predictable yawn...apologists say its because there ain't no hard times no more,well brother those cats looking in the wrong direction with heavy lead blinkers as theres hard times everywhere knocking cats back every minute...but there is hope here and there and cats like t-model got their finger on some pulse beat as this biscuit recorded in '97 has got to be some of the most hotcha rent party racket this side of yesterday...cats only got to dig t's bluesman credentials to know this is the real deal...when this was laid down he thinks he was aged 75 (and him and his drummer play 8 hour gigs at saturday night jooks when he feels inclined to get down with the boogie), was ploughing fields when he was 11 and got mixed up in some dangerous business and done some time on a chain gang in later years...cats digging the attacking noise of old blues cats like tommy mcclennan/howlin' wolf, plus the hippy swill mongers like edgar broughton/don van vliet/stackwaddy need look no further seeing as its all here piled up high and ready to roll...a magnificent peice of grist that t-model can be mighty proud of...
...t...