A wealth of atomic-powered, sock it to me R&B and rock & roll hoodoo. Barrence Whitfield, possessing otherworldly pipes that range from a low feral growl rumbling the nether regions to a scream that would make Little Richard blush, belts out originals and crate-diver covers with equal fervor. “… a dozen pulsing, Nuggets-y guitar-and-horn-driven blasts, barely pausing for breath. 8 out of 10.” – UNCUT UK