
i went home last night, fell down on my bed, i got to dreaming so, i was talking all out of my head… robedoor have only gone and bloody done it. fully embracing the lysergic blues hinted at on the transitionary exorcism blues joint. not that they're playing some twelve-bar boogie, more an annexing of the existential howl and the eerie wail of blind lemon, that hissing otherworldliness of pre-war ghost recordings re-recaptured by alan lomax. when you've made as definitive a statement as rancor keeper, the only aesthetic option is to keep moving, keep changing. [...]