The late, great producer Jim Dickinson is quoted as saying that Jimbo Mathus is "the singing voice of Huck Finn." I'd reckon that hits the mark as well as anything. Mathus has a mischevious yet curious sound that's decidedly and deeply American. It's a dependably smart catfish stew of deepfried genre explorations.
Jimbo keeps on humpin' it. Already brilliant with his bands Squirrel Nut Zippers and Knockdown Society, Mathus' new six-song album is as perfect a slice of Mathus' all-south-genre-encompassing sound mash as you're likely to get...yet. It's a punk-country-soul-blues-boogieass-whatever-fest of good old honest small-town american dudes rockin'out with style and taste. Mathus and his friends carry pedigrees from Mississippi backroads, sidestreet basements and lake bars. It's the boogie of a thousand years. Roots. Soil, crops, creeps and blood, cops and holy ghosts. Mathus likes to do what he wants to do, say what he wants to say, and play what you wants to play, or he ain't feelin' it. And that's what it's all about, right? That feel?If you are familar with Jimbo Mathus you will love this album. If you've never had the pleasure, please give Jimbo your money.
