This album is great in a Zen sense: It just IS great. Inspired by, derived from, because of, in spite of -- no matter. No matter how G.Love and pals got to the point the did, they did, and the results are magic.
I say this because G. Love, from a sarcastic critic's eye, is a billboard-sized target. His affected bluesman scat borders on parody, and his wirey delta chops were more likely absorbed through 70 watts of Volvo wagon stereo than a Mississippi roadhouse -- white boys singing the blues are always suspect, and usually with good cause.
But once in a blue moon, one of our suburban brethren pops out a keeper. And man, this IS a keeper. Six years and, I don't know, 200 plays later, this disc is still as fresh and smooth as a peach. There is simply nothing else that sounds like this, it just clicked, this is THE sound. It swings, it rocks, it grooves, it flows, it chops, it dices -- it works.
Somewhere down the line, someone will call you out on this disc, accuse it of being a fraud, and point you instead to some "real" blues in the form a scratchy 78 vinyl 1923 pressing of Old Man Blind Whisky Slim Johnson. Have none of this. Enjoy this disc, enjoy it often, and it enjoy it guilt-free.