Double-entendre lyrics run amok at this sonic strip club from hell. You can wager a week's salary and Bettie Page's ass those are some huge blue suede shoes to fill. The songs are clean and streamlined, consistently formulated and ready for radio play. Bell, though, is something else altogether. Son of blues harp player Carey Bell, Lurrie plays a nasty Chicago style that merits grouping him with the likes of Buddy Guy .
Funky vocals are part of the package, too.
And if this does it for you, check out his even nastier Mercurial Son from 1995. Tucson Weekly . Info Booth .