Since Buddy Guy couldn't beat the Fat Possum label's Mississippi blues blaster, he decided to join 'em. So he picked up stump-fingered T-Model Ford drum basher Spam along with Squirrel Nut Zippers retro-mimic Jimbo Mathus and headed south to get down and wallow with the transfixing grinds of Junior Kimbrough, Robert Cage, Cedell Davis and T-Model Ford. This is some nasty shit. Buddy Guy's guitar sounds like it was strung with rusty bailing wire, while his pleading yelps sound like they've been filtered through the punctured gas tank off a 66 Rambler. In other words, it's his best record in ages.