The title of the Alabama duoโ€™s debut, The Essential Fucked Up Blues, usefully summarises the contents of this, their second album. It begins with a song called โ€œRobert Johnsonโ€, and the words โ€œWoke up this morningโ€ bawled by singer Chetley โ€œEl Cheetahโ€ Weise as if the proverbial hellhounds are ripping him to shreds.

The effect is quite invigorating, like a remedial Pussy Galore, though the Killers come a cropper when their take on the blues becomes less iconoclastic. Theyโ€™d be good live, one suspects.