There's a lot of general Grateful Deadisms all over this record but the jams seethe with a sort of hostility and nervousness. See: Dreams. This is really a superior record. Gobs of feeling and wandering and you really get the sense that these guys had nothing more than this. I know that's romanticizing the Allman Brothers but when music anymore is an exercise in trust fund boredom relief or a stepping stone to Hollywood fucking n blow then honesty really shines when you hear it.
Does it sound like I hate contemporary music? As I type this all I see is the face of that Pete Wentz twat and his commodified hair or hear the precious designer Ivy League imperialist noodling of Vampire Weekend.
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This might be the best debut album ever delivered by an American blues band, a bold, powerful, hard-edged, soulful essay in electric blues with a native Southern ambience. Some lingering elements of the psychedelic era then drawing to a close can be found in "Dreams," along with the template for the group's on-stage workouts with "Whipping Post," and a solid cover of Muddy Waters' "Trouble No More." There isn't a bad song here, and only the fact that the group did even better the next time out keeps this from getting the highest possible rating.
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