There are only two words that come to mind when I think of this album: sexual frustration. And where else does the blues come from, if not our lonely crotches?
It’s dripping off of every chord, every beat, every primal moan by lead singer Pierre Moore.
To me, this is garage blues. Everything The Black Keys wished they could be, with an added layer of funk to boot.
Never has an album cover better captured the contents inside. Harkening to a ’70s garage rock sound, John the Conqueror packs enough edge to remind us that we’re still in the twentieth century.
Aggressive, swaggering, and stupendous amounts of fun. Next time I bring a lady friend home I will be certain to put this album on. I’m not sure if there’s anything else I need to say to convince you to listen to it.
If you’re not sure you want to commit to the record yet, you can download two songs for free from their Bandcamp page.