17 March 1997 | Fat Possum | 80301-2 |
01. Over The Hill 02. Alice Mae 03. Georgia Women 04. Snake Drive 05. Rollin’ & Tumblin’ 06. Out On The Road 07. Highway 7 08. Tribute to Fred 09. You Gotta Move |
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CD in digipak, also issued on vinyl and reissued with download, blue vinyl (2020) and clear vinyl (2022).
The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion perform on Alice Mae and Highway 7 which were recorded at Lunati Farms at the same time as the tracks for A Ass Pocket of Whiskey. Jon Spencer Interview (July 31, 2018):
Full Interview: https://nuvo.newsnirvana.com/music/jon-spencer-s-wild-ride/article_cf2b7400-94fd-11e8-843f-67ad9a357545.html |
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Assembled: Matthew Johnson All songs published by Mockingbird Blues Publishing (BMI) except “Over The Hill” and “You Gotta Move”. 01. Over The Hill 02. Alice Mae 03. Georgia Women 04. Snake Drive 05. Rollin’ & Tumblin’ 06. Out On The Road 07. Highway 7 08. Tribute to Fred 09. You Gotta Move |
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“Aren’t they some nice ones. God, they look like an elite unit of Vietnam tunnel crawlers who refused to leave the booby-trapped caves of a war-torn jungle. What is this? The heart of darkness gone bad in a Chevrolet can with captain’s chairs. Cedric Jackson, the youngest of the trio, is R.L.’s grandson. He won’t stop rapping along to the Dr. Dre tape playing through his headphones unless he’s on stage drumming for ‘Big Daddy’. Oo wee, Cedric likes them girls on the road. Kenny Brown, whom some call R.L.’s only white son, is just 25 years older than Cedric and 30 years younger than R.L. Kenny Brown – a man among men, stuffed into a pair of black leather pants, shades on, and long yellow hair just a blowin’ in the wind. The van they ride is Kenny’s. Mauve interior and venetian blides, baby. Kenny Brown – an expert on UFO’s and teh undisputed world renowned expert on slide guitar warfare – is responsible for everything and nothing, at the exact same time. It doesn’t matter the name you know him by, he goes by many: Rule, The Reverend, R.L. or Mr Wizard. It’s him who guides the Cevrolet van towards disaster. Of course he’s tired and cranky, works half drunk; How else can one attempt to do the work of an earthquake alone? Things go wrong wherever R.L. goes – little thinghs like amps exploding, and big things like train wrecks – and they don’t stop until he’s gone. These things aren’t coincidental. They take a lot of work and the Wizard deserves the credit. As with all wizards, the older he gets the more disaster he needs around him so he can, y’know, feel good about himself and relax. That’s why R.L. commands his disciples to carry hum around the world ten times over, in a row and back to back, for the luxury of being able to raise his head out of the top of the custom van, wizard hat flapping, and smile at a tornado on the horizon. R.L. gets tired easily these days and welcomes a tornado’s help in finishing the job he started. Tidal waves, volcanos, and yes, even wars – they are all his buddies. From town to town, country to country, they move on with a consistent beat, guitars, yelling and screaming with the voice of God, and the Wizard sitting on a chair of skulls with any old guitar and moaning, “well, well, well,” at a bewildered audience.” | |
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DETAILS: ARTWORK: Derek Hess BARCODE: 0 4577-80301-2 5 MATRIX: “151732 803012 DISCTRONICS D00580111 G1 970208” |