"artfully fusing the sounds of his harmonica, both Indian and Western slide guitars and Iranian folk music."

"The vocal sits in some stylistic confluence of soul rooted spoken word, pre-blues field song and threat - quite the achievement"

Packing his vintage reel to reel alongside his trusty 12 string guitar and a change of socks, Crosby headed south from his Boston home to the Blue Front Cafe, the oldest surviving juke joint in Mississippi

the LP with a bang and an insistent groove, with Garwood’s one man jazz funk horn section, haunting guitar atmospherics and spoken words conjuring a swampy, noirish jazz blues vibe, something of a recurring theme

Just as you think he might be laying his hat in more folky terrain he's off on an electroacoustic, voyage full of precision placed and played micro-sounds that gives folktronica a cosmic Americana injection

his primal blues wrestling with the sonic sands whilst spreading delayed tentacles in all directions to keep it's head above the depths.