These men are not masters of The Blues but I don't think you need to be. The Blues will forgive you almost anything if you can adequately construct its walls and they did. I sat two shops down out the front of Gelatomassi enjoying the cheek sucking in effect of my lemon sorbet joyfully encapsulated by their musical walls. What I love about The Blues is the structure, the resolving and resolving predictability of modulation that creates a safe place to inhabit. Sometimes you are most creatively free within set boundaries and this is a case in point as the harmonica wailed my existence in the house built by guitar. Fuck me I love Newtown.
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