From a cast

Steaming, rougher and rockier Blues. For this, a croaking HF to all the right flavor lends.
Never file gran or sterile, everything sounds authentic rough and so exciting that the repeat button is pressed again like the player.
His backing band drives Freischlader to maximum power, the strings stretched to the breaking point.
The tension between the songs is only interrupted once, the high flyer song celebrated by a small guitar intro, so as breather rather HF with "Desert Love".
Oh man, this is music at its best and always wants more, more, more .....
Also the duel between him and Sengotta in the song "She aint got the blues" is breathtaking. Guitar vs. Drums, madness !!!!

Certainly HF is nothing for Clapton fanatics who want the whole thing have a quiet and extremely clean. But friends of Bonamassa, Trout or Bowskill come here of their costs.