The title of the Alabama duo's debut, The Essential Fucked Up Blues, usefully summarises the contents of this, their second album. It begins with a song called "Robert Johnson", and the words "Woke up this morning" bawled by singer Chetley "El Cheetah" 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. They'd be good live, one suspects.
The title of the Alabama duo’s debut, The Essential Fucked Up Blues, usefully summarises the contents of this, their second album. It begins with a song called “Robert Johnson”, and the words “Woke up this morning” bawled by singer Chetley “El Cheetah” 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. They’d be good live, one suspects.