Gutter-poet extraordinaire, Spider Mike King, spits rhymes and ever more uncaring world. I will admit that the first time I heard the blues rhythm, harmonica and Captain Beefheart influences, I was expecting this to be much more difficult to take in.
But, rest assured, this isn’t simply this is no novelty. SMK hits every mark sharply and delivers vicious lines that make this a thoroughly entertaining affair.
There’s a bite here that many of the superstars of SMK’s age have lost a long time ago. May I suggest their management ring him up for ghostwriting assistance?