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- THE MISSISSIPPI
HIPPIES: (BIG SMOKE RECORDS) - Who cares about such details as to why they call themselves
The Mississippi Hippies, especially when you're getting an adrenalin rush from their explosive
carnival of 'rock-em/sock-em' revivalism. These musical Canadian veterans,
by way of Toronto, Ontario, have their canuck souls firmly immersed in the rich
Delta soil that cultivated the likes of
Muddy Waters,
Sonny Boy
Williamson,
Howlin' Wolf,
B.B. King, and
Bo Diddley.
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The
Mississippi Hippies honed their collective chops in the
wide-open late 60's and early 1970's. A time period referred to as
the 'Toronto Sound'. When Rock n'
Roll culture ruled, and Toronto's Yonge Street Strip
served as its temple. This updated version of 'Hippiedom'-the
brothers Leggat: bassist Hugh, and lead
guitarist Gordie, along with John
Dickie, lead vocals and harmonica--has been several decades in the making. With over
50 listens to my credit I qualify as an addictive personality.
And it would've been twice that number if I wasn't committed
to other projects. What a truly wonderful present for a New
Year! This upsets the whole 'apple cart', so to speak, since
The Mississippi Hippies have taken the Blues kicking
and screaming from whatever museum it's been hiding out in,
while simultaneously breathing new life into it. This whole
endeavor crackles with spontaneous creativity married up to
rockin' firepower. Chalk it up to some of the most engaging
songwriting (all 10 songs written by Leggat/Leggat/Dickie) that this reviewer has heard in
many years--if not
decades. The magic begins on the opening notes of
Rockalator, a revelatory rocker that catapults you into a
swirling ride of reverb-drenched guitar, churning horns, and
raw smokin' vocals. Sci-Fi Baby and
Dangerous Curves maintain that
Little-Richard/Chuck
Berry-indebted momentum, before things cool the groove-alicious Funky L'il Thang. John Dickie, the
closest thing to a white incarnation of
James Brown,
is
further validated on the staggering
Cruisalatin' Time. Funk rules! Matters shift to the
wilder side of life on Don't Touch My Hair, as Dickie
blows some mean harp while pleading like the most persuasive
street preacher. Cool organ (Rob
Gusevs, Norm Brown) and hip horns (Gord Myers, Chris Mitchell, Pat Perez) abound, surrounded by righteous testifyin' on
the soulful, I Ain't Got The Blues.
Three more thunderous tracks (Luv Pad, 96 Miles, Rayleen) cook with natural gas--with no unnecessary
additives. The guitar/slide work of Gordie Leggat is
right on the money. It's completed, with
the non-intrusive production qualities needed, with much thanks to
engineer Tom Atom. The most satisfying collection of original Rockin' Blues since the heyday of
King Biscuit Boy.-Gary Tate/LivinBlues
MP3-
Luv
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