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Tuesday

Link Wray

Beans and Fatback - 1973

My personal favorite among the handful of “back to roots” albums Link Wray was knocking out around the early 70s, Beans and Fatback doesn’t have the same intimate charm as 1971’s Link Wray, but it more than makes up for it with a nice helping of fuzzed up, down home rave ups. Although the songs on this one were recorded during the same sessions that produced the self-titled LP, Beans and Fatback was Wray’s way of letting the world know that the man who gave us “Rumble” hadn’t gone soft. This album is all over the place. Kicking off with the bluegrassy title track, everything hits high gear by the 6-minute attack of "I'm So Glad, I'm So Proud". That's followed a few songs down the line by an uptempo rework of Leadbelly's "In the Pines", and yet another rehashing of the very same song near the end of the album! You'd have to be a real sad sack not to find something to like about this one. What a ride!

P.S. Original pressings of this LP came with a delicious slice of dried fatback bacon. Awesome.

Wednesday

Link Wray

Link Wray - 1971

I don't know as much about Link Wray as I should, but I truly love this album. After a hiatus throughout much of the sixties, the man credited with "inventing" the power chord dropped one of the most bizarre comeback albums in music history on an unsuspecting public. Recording many of the instruments himself on a 3-track recorder in his chicken coop-turned-studio, Wray and his brother Vernon created this country-rock masterpiece that rests somewhere between The Band and Captain Beefheart on an island of its own. While at the same time there existed bands who aimed to evoke a rock'n'roll vision of Americana, of white clapboard chapels, dungareed farmers, dusty drifters and outlaws, the Wrays were making the real thing, and doing it better than all of em'. Instead of a drum kit, Wray just had to "stomp real hard" on the floor. "It was no problem--all we wanted was time".