Other than jazz and classical, there are few other musical genres where vocals don't dominate, but
Ronnie Earl sets out to prove that blues can be another. This entirely instrumental album never lags for a second of its hour-and-a-quarter playing time, all without a word being sung. Instead,
Earl uses his magnificent guitar tone -- a stinging combination of
Santana,
Hubert Sumlin,
Mike Bloomfield,
Otis Rush, and
Albert King -- and command of dynamics to wring more soul from his material than all but a handful of vocalists could ever achieve. He does this without the blinding speed or enhanced volume of the most popular blues six-stringers, but by the sheer intensity of his playing on these 11 tracks. Recording live in the studio with an invited audience (the session was also captured for a DVD release) provides the cliff-hanging excitement of a concert, allowing
Earl, whose multiple health problems prevent him from touring, to tear it up in a more controlled setting. A few acoustic tracks such as
"Katrina Blues" provide a changeup from the spark-shooting electric solos that dominate this dazzling performance. All
Earl needs is a touch of reverb and bandmembers who understand when to lay low to let him soar. That's what happens during this session, cherry-picked from two days of concerts in April 2007. Drummer/producer
Lorne Entress deserves recognition for a light touch on percussion and, perhaps more importantly, letting
Earl stretch out for extended periods of whispering solos, as he does on the eight-minute
Howlin' Wolf/
Hubert Sumlin tribute
"Wolf Dance." He opens up on the following slow blues of
"Kay My Dear," laying back with smooth yet tensile jazzy licks over the faintest of backing at the song's start, only to gradually build to a dull roar by the track's end. Few guitarists could capture a listener's interest so confidently over longer tunes, but
Earl pulls it off with an effortless precision that seems second nature. Six of the selections break the eight-minute mark, but none are needlessly drawn out with the directionless riffing so endemic to less inventive blues guitarists. The tempos, especially in the album's middle third, stay restrained and perhaps a few more upbeat tracks would have helped the disc's flow. Regardless, it's unlikely any listener will complain when
Earl tears into the nearly ten-minute
"Blues for Otis Rush," as he whips off a frenzy of soul-drenched notes that machine gun out of his fingers. The live environment adds thrilling high-wire tension to a guitarist who is already in the upper echelon of his peers. ~ Hal Horowitz
