Blog: Latest Disgrace

"C4 Blues," fresh from the concrete fields of Atlanta, starts off with a lonesome guitar signaling in Brother Hawk like a morning bugler. A few seconds later the track picks up speed, slashing away at a well-phrased solo that has hints of Duane in it. When the bittersweet howl of J.B. Brisendine enters, however, it is drowning in a swamp of warm and murky guitars. At times it feels like the other instruments are held hostage by the rhythm guitar’s overshadowing reverb, yet the song extends such a soul-wrenching and calloused hand to the listener that, if taken, [...]