Album: The Lil' Band of Gold, The Promised Land (Room 609)

Dreadful name. Mind you, so is Susan and we know that it is Susan's content which makes her beautiful.

So try to ignore the name and listen to the swamp-deep grooves and soulful shouting which profilerate all over this record like flies in Louisiana. LBOG are draggy, scraggy and soused in the spirit of the Very Deep South; spiritual things such as accordions, bashed-up Fenders, unnecessary facial hair and sunglasses. You know the vibe. "Up on Cripple Creek"-tastic.