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$13.99 CD
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HOWLIN' WOLF
The Howlin' Wolf Album
(Geffen)
"Smokestack Lightning"
"Evil"
All you need to do is look at the cover of this album, which states in plain text the overall distaste documented in the grooves, and you know that something special's about to take place. After languishing out of print for decades, and previously only available on CD as a Japanese reissue which itself lasted for only a moment, blues legend Howlin' Wolf's 1969 psychedelic opus for Cadet Concepts is finally back on the shelves and hot damn, if you don't know this record, pick this up post-haste, because fans of psych-rock and dirty blues owe it to themselves to hear this at least once.
Recorded during the same period as Muddy Waters' Electric Mud LP, and featuring nearly the same band of players (including guitarists Pete Cosey and Phil Upchurch), This Is Howlin' Wolf's New Album featured updates of many of Wolf's classic tunes with a new, modern sound influenced by the burgeoning psychedelic rock scene that birthed Cream, Led Zeppelin, and many others who were, ironically, influenced by Wolf and Waters themselves. While Electric Mud went on to become a bit of a success, even reaching the bottom of the Billboard pop charts at the time, this record did not fare as well, and that's a damn shame. One can explicitly hear the roots of Captain Beefheart, Led Zep, and Cream (right on up to modern-day practitioners like the Black Keys, not to mention Funkadelic, electric Miles Davis and Public Enemy) in producer Marshall Chess's experiments with Wolf and Muddy. The dark, swampy electric arrangements are thick with fuzzbox incantations, wah-wah voodoo rituals, and loping, slithering grooves which drip with moody, evil heat. The guitars growl like electric cats, the rhythm section burps like a backroom pimp, and then there's Wolf himself, trying his hardest to stay righteous and true amidst this jungle of dark sleaze, by the end declaring himself a backdoor man, slipping out as he tells the kids that their new groove ain't s**t.
It's easy to take for granted how revolutionary a statement this was at the time; as much as Dylan plugging in at Newport, as much as Bad Brains paying to cum, as much as Miles running the voodoo down, this is a document of revolution, and it's a revelation to have it back on the racks again. Learn from the master, because it doesn't get much better than this, people. [IQ]
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