Living
Blues December 1994--
"Wharton ("the Gumbo Preacher,"
"the Sauce Boss") contributes the vocal and slide guitar (plus small doses
of rub board and bass drum) to this peckerwood musical stew. Added ingredients
include Carey Bell and Kenny Neal, so the stew is a tasty one, professionally
served up by Kingsnake's Bob Greenlee and crew. All the songs are Southern-fried
originals, and notes are by author Bob Shacochis."
CMJ,
September 1994--
"Bill Wharton is an American
Original, the kind of rare citizen that makes us proud to live in this
country. . . you simply wouldn't find such a delightful nut case thriving,
cooking, and playing the blues in a repressive Eastern bloc country. .
. Wharton and his band play a rich flavor of the blues,. . . making better
records each time out."
Miami
New Times June 1994--
". . .Curb your craving
with hefty helpings of scathing slide blues . . Wharton's latest slab,
South of the Blues, quite simply kicks harder than Van Damme on a battleship."
Tallahassee
Democrat July 1994--
"There's plenty of straightforward
blues on the disc, the type of music that Ingredients fans have come to
expect from Wharton and crew. "Lazarus," "Great Big Fanny" and "She's On
Fire" all meet expectations. But several songs on "South of the Blues"
have a different feel. . . . The song "Cadillac of a Woman" is a heartfelt
ballad. . .Two of the songs "Stir Your Pot" and "Dogging My Cat" feature
guitarist Kenny Neal and harp-blower Carey Bell, playing acoustic trio
style. . . .The album's highlight is "World Full of Blues", a world-beat/blues
hybrid.that began (in a jam session with players from all over the World)
during a music festival in Bourges, (France). . ."
National
Book Award Winner, Bob Shacochis, from the liner notes--
" . . .Get it, sinners?
That sweaty feeling you've been having? That ain't global warming, that's
the prophet Bill turning up the heat. . . . and the Lord sayeth unto the
Sauce Boss 'go naked as a hambone into the wilderness, south of the blues
. . .and gather unto ye these heathen, . . .blister their souls, yet spareth
not their palates. Honor the muddy roots of thy forefathers, but open thine
heart to the funk of many nations, so that ye might harken to my bidding,
which is as it ever was, to kick ass for the blues.' And the prophet Bill
went forth and kicked ass for the blues, and it was good. It was, sayeth
the Lord, fuckin' dynamite." |