Born in Houston, Carl (Buffalo) Nichols, before signing with Fat Possum Records in 2021, took his guitar and suitcase and headed to Africa to explore the road dust of a musician with no future. Then the jazz clubs of Berlin, the corners of Kiev and with very clear ideas back home. In his head the songs of Son House, Charley Patton or Skip James kept shaking his musical intuition and he resorted to creative intelligence to give rise to an entire sound world that exploded inside him. Nichols is not a bluesman, he's a restless musician who uses the resources of technology to explain his interiority through songs, singing about love, the madness of existing, his incompatibility with reason. Creator of atmospheres from guitar lines on which synthesizers and drum machines establish red lines not suitable for purists, electronic music wrapped in his baritone voice that sings Blind Willie Johnson and samples Charley Patton in a trap music massage that strips their privacy without altering. This is a fantastic album by an exuberant musician sunk in the depths of the blues music and who doesn't care what his music is labeled, only interested in his own personal world and finding listeners who speak his own language.