Let’s not beat around the bush—Potato Hole does Booker T.’s legacy no favours. It’s a tepid outing that fails to ignite even on potentially rich opportunities like André Benjamin’s “Hey Ya” and Tom Waits’ “Get Behind The Mule”. Elsewhere, Mr. Jones’ own compositions dress up flat blues and rock riffage (courtesy of Drive By Truckers and Neil Young) with largely forgettable organ lines. Anti’s first misstep?
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