Hans Olson Western Winds
Joplin Records 3266
While the blues is the foundation of most everything you’ll find me bragging about, the blues at its base really ain’t my bag. If it ain’t authentic, then what’s the point, and if it is authentic, it usually sounds outdated. Of course, plenty of exceptions exist.
But those exceptions usually come from black musicians playing the blues fast, and this cat focuses on the slow to mid tempo. And typically there’s nothing worse than white folks trying to create authentic black blues. It’s like some educated fools digging up the bones of the aborigines, putting them in a museum, collecting the entrance fees and acting self-righteous.
But there’s something honest about the backroom basement sound on this album. You almost have to dig it. It sounds like somewhere between Captain Beefheart and Bob Seger, Van Morrison and Rory Gallagher, the Allman Brothers and Tony Joe White, and comes straight from the black blues, somewhere between John Lee Hooker and Sonny Terry/Brownie McGhee, and the blues appear to run straight through this artist’s heart. He focuses on the slow and midtempo but seems to know when turn up the voltage.