Music

‘Post-last-war pre-next-war blues’, as the man himself describes his second solo LP. A worker by day in Detroit’s motor industry, by night Bob Zabor hunkers down in his basement studio to record his heroically primitive, incendiary, punk-toned blues. To bottleneck and finger-picking guitar styles he adds basic drumbeats, mouth harp, clattering tambourine, feral whoops and radio-miked hollering. Nothing new for Hasil Adkins and Petit Vodo fans, of course, but still a righteous blast.