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| Bbc |
 There aren’t many artists around who can get a groove out of a one-stringed guitar, but Seasick Steve can. It’s not so much a guitar as a piece of two by four with a string nailed to it. He calls it his Diddley Bow, and the resultant groove is exactly that as laid down by the bloke who (almost) had that name, only in reverse.This third solo album is a cracking collection, one that rings with the depth of twang comparable only to the likes of the legendary Ry Cooder. That’s not surprising, given that Steve (real name Steven Gene Wold) sticks just as assiduously to the analogue way, all valve amps and ribbon microphones along with the extraordinarily-built instruments he uses: he introduces track three by saying, “Alright, little cigar box…” That track is called Happy (To Have a Job), and it sums up Steve’s career. Born “around the post-war period” in Oakland, in the San Francisco Bay area, it seems he was a genuine, bona-fide hobo, fathering children fairly liberally, hitting it off with the grunge fraternity in Washington. Then came a move to Norway with the wife, which included a booze-cruise to Denmark, his reaction to which gave him the nickname he doesn’t particularly like, but is lumbered with....full text |
| Clashmusic |
| Atlantic From that first appearance on the ‘Later With Jools Holland’ new year show, Seasick Steve has quickly and easily been taken to UK music fans’ hearts. Returning with this aptly named album, Steve doesn’t have any surprises for us here besides a wealth of new tales delivered in his own idiosyncratic manner. Switching from mournful ballads to itchy panted jive-ers, Steve has the kind of delivery that’d make the telephone book sound good never mind when teamed with his captivating tales of outsider America. The ballads here perhaps hold the most interest, mining some deep Blues tradition delivered against the starkest of backdrops, slide guitar and banjo, allowing his beatific guard to drop. A lot of Seasick Steve’s appeal comes from this good bloke aura, a bearded Buddha of the dustbowl, drawing in fans who might otherwise run a mile from his basic, grizzled music but there’s no denying the wonderful simplicity yet wholly enveloping of his music....full text |
| Musicomh |
| Though Man From Another Time is only his fourth studio album, Seasick Steve sings like a man who's been around since the blues got their start in the sweaty, swampy Mississippi delta. His gruff and gnarled voice carries the weight of years, and his delta blues slide playing (alternately on something he calls his "three-string trance wonder," a homemade cigar-box guitar and the remarkably primitive "Didley Bo") harkens back to that haunted and fabled time when Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul to the devil at a midnight crossroads. Man From Another Time was recorded in a live studio setting on analogue equipment, permeating the tracks with a warm, but not overpowering, tape hiss, and the loose feel that can only be generated by a live recording. Steve's vocals often bounce with slap echo with tin-can clarity, and the rhythm section keeps the proceedings muddy and prowling for the most part. All of this gives credibility to the album's title, and though there are hints of nostalgia here (as on the title track in which Steve reminisces about a time when "coffee only cost one dime,") the album itself serves as a sort of time machine, transporting the listener to the early days of homemade blues, rather than merely providing a fleeting glimpse....full text |
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