Bitrate: 320K/s
Year: 2007
Time: 49:32
Size: 113,9 MB
Label: Self-Released
Styles: Blues
Art: Front
Year: 2007
Time: 49:32
Size: 113,9 MB
Label: Self-Released
Styles: Blues
Art: Front
Tracks Listing:
1. Comfort Me - 3:17
2. Keef - 5:21
3. Murder of Crow - 5:46
4. Rewind - 0:04
5. Bad Luck - 2:39
6. Mean Ol' Fireman - 4:37
7. Hard Times - 3:23
8. Tell a Vision - 4:39
9. Thorn in My Side - 3:51
10. Julie's Song - 2:54
11. Miss Vera - 3:04
12. Drinking Man Blues - 5:35
13. White Lightning - 4:15
1. Comfort Me - 3:17
2. Keef - 5:21
3. Murder of Crow - 5:46
4. Rewind - 0:04
5. Bad Luck - 2:39
6. Mean Ol' Fireman - 4:37
7. Hard Times - 3:23
8. Tell a Vision - 4:39
9. Thorn in My Side - 3:51
10. Julie's Song - 2:54
11. Miss Vera - 3:04
12. Drinking Man Blues - 5:35
13. White Lightning - 4:15
Editorial Reviews:
"Al Smyth--who is this man? Is he the Robert Plant, Keith Richards, Dr. John he conjures up on his balls-out album of blues, moves and misty hops? Or is he simply the most talented white boy in Columbus to rechannel his blue-hearted influences? Yes, yes--I think I know now: he's that guy I saw at the 'Blues Garage' at the Community Festival, riveting my beer-fogged mind with a country-blues yowl worthy of Son House sittin' on a front porch in the Piedmont. This in the middle of the afternoon. And yes, he's that guy I saw in the bar on a weeknight go from the south London blues of five thin British boys to a Johnny Winter growlin'-at-the-moon ode to rotten eggs with hot legs. And he was definitely the guy keeping all those boogie-hungry working men and women entertained enough they stayed out too late on a work night. No easy feat. In the end, this shy phenomenon is just a guy named Al Smyth. He'll polka-dot your blues with enough personality to make you love the genre all over again. Welcome to the continuing story of Al Smyth, an evolution in progress". - John Petric Music Critic, Other Paper.
"Al Smyth--who is this man? Is he the Robert Plant, Keith Richards, Dr. John he conjures up on his balls-out album of blues, moves and misty hops? Or is he simply the most talented white boy in Columbus to rechannel his blue-hearted influences? Yes, yes--I think I know now: he's that guy I saw at the 'Blues Garage' at the Community Festival, riveting my beer-fogged mind with a country-blues yowl worthy of Son House sittin' on a front porch in the Piedmont. This in the middle of the afternoon. And yes, he's that guy I saw in the bar on a weeknight go from the south London blues of five thin British boys to a Johnny Winter growlin'-at-the-moon ode to rotten eggs with hot legs. And he was definitely the guy keeping all those boogie-hungry working men and women entertained enough they stayed out too late on a work night. No easy feat. In the end, this shy phenomenon is just a guy named Al Smyth. He'll polka-dot your blues with enough personality to make you love the genre all over again. Welcome to the continuing story of Al Smyth, an evolution in progress". - John Petric Music Critic, Other Paper.
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