I’m usually a little skittish about one-man band blues stuff, especially on Voodoo Rhythm. Sometimes you get psychotic weirdness that’s wonderful, a la the Reverend Beat Man. Often, you get off-key, white boy blues like Delaney Davidson. It’s this lack of assurance that gives me pause every time I push play on anything from the label carrying the “one-man” tag.
Hank Haint‘s debut LP, Blackout, is exactly what I want in a one-man blues band. I want it dirty, I want it scuzzy, I want it stomping, and I’d like it to be the sort of thing I’d sing along to when I was a little drunk. Haint succeeds on all levels.