WHAT'S THE STORY? A raspy blast of barroom Americana, courtesy of 'big' Bob's 1,943,543th album release. Stand aghast as he attempts proper singing on this bunch of bluesy floor-tappers.

TO BE HONEST: Incredibly personal production means it's like being tossed into a roadside blues hall, while snogging, dancing wrinklies spill phlegmy brew on your lap. But don't let that hideous image put you off, this album has a few corkers.

DO SAY: Bob hasn't lost any of his magic.

DON'T SAY: Is this Chris Rea?