Languid, back-room stoner-blue Jyväskylän jams; 'slack' in (all) the best sense(s) of the word: muffled, woolly, warm-hearted, temporally-elastic, ever so slightly stoooned or two beers up, at least: Finnish legend Keijo and his pals from The Free Players, etc convene in front of the wood-burner and do their darnest to zone in on the spirit of white electric camp-fire blues, vampin' n a'jammin', free-associated lyrics mostly in English... it's like the best trance-blues pub band you never saw...
((Colder tonight, a stiff easterly breeze; fish-scale clouds, the sun letter-boxed 'tween horizon and cumulus. Neighbour's cat sat on the roof with its perpetually-baffled and slightly neurotic-looking expression, refusing to come down. The music expressed (by me) as a shaggy-topped lawn shuffle wi' a bit o'hip-sway. Don't need 'em replaced quite yet)).
((Fingernail moon on the rise)).
It's a great tape. Came out a while back, so sold through, I'm afraid. Sorry.
Finland, Finland... why are you so consistently great? I should be over you by now.
Rabbit Status: sniffy / mildly curious and unimpressed.