BLUES SCULPTED BY A RESONATOR GUITAR AND A DOUBLE BASS / INSTRUMENTAL PIECES FOUND BURIED IN THE JOSHUA TREE DESERT TURNED INTO MUSICAL WORKS THAT EMANCIP REFLECTION AND DOUBT / THERE IS NO SPACE FOR CONTROVERSY / MUSIC THAT DOES NOT ALLOW SUSPICION / TWO MUSICIANS WHO ONLY GET MEANING THROUGH EVERY CHORD THEY PROFANATE / NEWYORKER Stevie from St. Lou AND ALASKA'S Janie Cowan MAKE THEIR ENTHUSIASM BOIL BETWEEN EMOTIONAL ORGIES AND A RELIEF THAT UNLEASHES A STORM OF SENSATIONS TO MAKE UP FOR THE THE ABSENCE OF STRAIGHT LINES / THIS ALBUM EXPERIMENTS AND IMPROVISES WITH EACH NOTE WHAT CONTAINS / ENTER ITS TROUBLE WATERS ALLOW THE LISTENER TO SWIM AGAINST THE CURRENT / IT FORCES TO CLIMB THE RIVER UNTIL ITS BIRTH ON THE HIGHEST / THERE WHERE THE BLUES MUSIC IS PURE, FRESH AND EXCITING / FINGERS THAT SLIDE DOWN THE GUITAR NECK SHELTERED BY THE WHISPERS OF AN IMMUTABLE BASS / SISTER JOHN AGELA HAVE COME TO TELL IT.