It's always traditionally been the case whereby if you could use the phrase hear one track and you've heard the album, you were implying that the album was either boring or one-dimensional. Dave Arcari's tradition is somewhat different. There are 12 tracks that feature his vocal and his guitar, largely bottleneck acoustic with a fair amount of slide nothing else (bar a different guitar on one track and drums on the last track) yet each one, while a true snapshot of what the album is all about, is also so darned exciting, it's like opening the doors to an addiction you hear one, you have to hear the rest. So drawn are you to its immediacy, its dynamic power, its strength, it's almost a crime that something could be this hot. It's blues for sure performed with that gruff, almost Howlin' Wolf-meets-Tom Waits styled vocal with an acoustic George Thorogood guitar providing deceptive searing heat and, for an acoustic slide, positively jaw-dropping. But what makes this guy so special is the sheer emotion that he puts in and comes dripping out of every track it's humanity distilled to its absolute exciting, adrenaline-rousing essence. Through blistering slide to chunky chords, the guitar work is just stunning, so fresh sounding it's like the guy's practically just invented the blues, as song after song drive forward at an average length of about three minutes, perfectly allowing you to take it all in and be thrilled, time after time after time. Even better is that there is variation, more than you might think, but the consistency of delivery is wondrous, as the blues finds its home in your heart, the perfect album, not just for indie fans, or rock fans, or even for blues fans the perfect album for everyone and anyone that wants to be excited by music all over again.