It doesn’t even take ten seconds for blues legend R.L. Burnside to hook you on his 1994 album Too Bad Jim. The opening guitar riff of the first track, “Shake ‘Em on Down,” is a floor-stomper that transports you back in time to a peanut shell-littered honkytonk bar serving cold beer out of a dented aluminum horse trough someone brought from their farm.
Too Bad Jim has plenty of rockers, but it is a blues record, after all. This is evidenced by the second track, “When My First Wife Left Me.” “When my first wife left me, God knows it put me out on the road,” Burnside sings at the beginning of this tale of hard times of his clothes getting very thin. “Short-Haired Woman” continues this trek down a lonely, dusty Mississippi road and features nothing but Burnside and his guitar that sounds both intimate and yet distant at the same time.
“Old Black Mattie” brings the drums back into play and gets everyone dancing (including the Black Keys, who are clearly influenced by Burnside’s playing, vocal stylings, and grooves). “Fireman Ring the Bell” keeps the floor shaking and “Peaches” switches up the groove to a sexy slink around the room as Burnside sings about his woman’s peaches being sweet. I think you get the idea.
“Miss Glory B.” is another solo lament about how Burnside is burdened by gossip even though he tries to keep to himself. He’s out to silence those rumors on “.44 Pistol,” which brings in the heaviest drums on the record and practically makes you strut around the room. You’re going to experience “Death Bell Blues” if you carry that pistol around long enough, and Burnside sings about the impending nature of death and wondering when and how the hooded guy with the scythe will escort him to the next life. The album ends with the longest track, “Goin’ Down South” – a dark cut about walking a long road of temptation, vices, and certain doom. Burnside saves some of his best guitar shredding for the closer, and the creepy crawl of the song would make even doom metal bands nod their heads in time and with appreciation.
It’s a solid album and a clinic on raw blues from a bluesman who, thankfully, got the recognition he deserved before he died in 2005.
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