The Title Says It All
Blues singer R.L. Burnside is a burly man. The photo on the
inside of his fifth album, A Ass Pocket of Whiskey, shows
him wearing hunting clothes with his guitar surrounded by his big
body. Cradled in his hands, the instrument looks like some
unlucky animal he's just bagged in the woods. But it's not only
R.L.'s physical size that's burly. His voice, rich and deep,
conveys a certain aural weight as well. Even his guitar sound is
bulky, barreling straight ahead through the songs, knocking over
each one in succession with rhythmic drones rather than through nimble
soloing.
Burnside's partners on Ass Pocket include his own sideman
Kenny Brown on guitar, plus the members of the Jon Spencer Blues
Explosion. If you're keeping score, that's four guitar players:
Burnside, Brown, Spencer, and Judah Bauer (although Bauer
sometimes trades his git for the harp or Casio keyboard). With
that many folks on the axe, you might fear this record sounds
like Lynyrd Skynyrd or the Traveling Wilburys, but such is not
the case. This record is lean, despite the number of guitars and
the burliness of all things R.L. There's no fat on the album, at
least as far as the sound is concerned. Ass Pocket
reminds me of this basset hound I knew. He weighed 70 pounds,
but it was all muscle. In fact, he could knock you down with one
of his flying leaps, which he'd only do if he was really
happy.
That's probably what Spencer did to his friends when he found out
R.L. had agreed to make this record. While it's unfair to term
his performance obsequious, you can without a doubt hear
Spencer's excitement in the tracks, sometimes in his static-
filled playing, but more often in his vocal trade-offs with
Burnside. Listen to Spencer shout "Aaaoowww!" in perfect time
after R.L. tosses off threats in "The Criminal Inside Me"; his
respect for the master is almost palpable.
Burnside's specialty is the hill country blues of northern
Mississippi. Different from the better-known Delta sound, blues
from the hill country is more trance-inducing. A song may focus
on only one or two chords. Burnside has been
gradually gaining wider recognition for his craft since the
release of Bad Luck City on Fat Possum Records in 1993.
His music was featured in Robert Palmer's Deep Blues
documentary, and more recently Burnside has opened shows for
Spencer and the Blues Explosion. For their part, Spencer and the
Blues Ex have spent three albums filtering the whole of post-
World War II African-American music through their warped vision
of the blues, and they have another on the way this fall.
Earlier this year, Burnside and the Explosion got together for an
afternoon jam on a farm in Mississippi. From that single session
come all ten songs on A Ass Pocket of Whiskey.
Rock fans without much experience in the hill country sound
recognize it as distant kin to some of Neil Young's relentless
pursuits of particular riffs or single notes. Aside from the
drone, you'll find psychotic appearances from Bauer's Casio and
Spencer's Theremin, though these are saved for Ass
Pocket's final two tracks. Burnside's raw, rhyming storytelling,
however, makes
repeated appearances throughout the disc. Sometimes the tales
work to a humorous effect, while at others they're more suited
for just a single listen.
The spotty quality goes hand in hand with the spontaneity of the
session and album. Some of the tracks fade in,
while others, such as a cover of John Lee Hooker's "Boogie
Chillen," start in mid-stream. "2 Brothers" even contains
Burnside's call for another drink. "Well, well, WELL!" he says,
"I just run outta beer." After a brief pause, he says in typical
R.L. fashion, "Give me a little time to think / while you fix me
another motherfuckin' drink." "'Nother drink?" someone asks.
"Key-rect," says Burnside.
That is the essence of what is contained on A Ass Pocket of
Whiskey: one afternoon, a bunch of guys playing, their flaws
are in plain view, but of course, so are their victories. When I
first heard that Ass Pocket was being released, it was
described "as if the Stooges were backing up John Lee Hooker." I
don't know that this real album is as good as that idea, but then
again, heavyweight match-ups oftentimes have a difficulty living
up to their potential. (Ever heard Woke Up This Morning and
Found Myself Dead by Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison? Don't
bother seeking it out.)
About a year ago, I was trading email with Dave Marsh for a
fanzine I was doing called Campaign Shoutin'. In the
process, I mentioned Jon Spencer because the 'zine had a review
of the Blues Explosion's Orange. Dave's initial reply was
"Jon Spencer still a mystery to me, and I only own about a
thousand blues records." In an interview for C.S., Marsh
elaborated by saying that what he didn't like about Spencer was
"his lack of discernable musical talent, [and] his inability to
play without grandstanding or with anything approaching either
the formal requirements or the emotional rewards of blues music."
A Ass Pocket of Whiskey will probably do little to change
Marsh's opinion of Spencer. It will be a great album, however,
if it broadens the audience of R.L. Burnside to include Spencer's indie
rock fans, plenty of whom have likely never heard a living
bluesman as authentic as R.L.