There’s two types of old school blues-rock players in the world. There are the old hacks, hammering out Stevie Ray and JJ Cale tunes indistinguishably in my local bar with the enthusiasm of an asthmatic cheerleader .
Then there those like Robert Connely Farr that sound like they are invoking some ancient black magic, when giving the old blues riffs a polish This one is mean, lean, and has no excess guitar solos wearing it down.