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James "Blood" Ulmer

Bad Blood in the City: The Piety Street Sessions (Hyena)

By Mark Keresman

Published on May 17, 2007

Guitarist James "Blood" Ulmer is a strange duck. Though he started out in jazz organ combos, Ulmer made his rep with avant-jazz icon Ornette Coleman in the latter's ebullient "harmolodic" period. But in the mid-Eighties, Ulmer began upping the ubiquitous blues elements of his playing — and singing — until he mastered the techniques of scorching electric blues. His last three albums spotlighted the various playing styles of specific regions (Memphis, Chicago, and acoustic Delta), but Bad Blood in the City finds Blood expanding his palette and tipping his hat to the hard-hit city of New Orleans. There's some soulfully yearning R&B balladry here à la Tony Joe White on songs like "Backwater Blues" and "Katrina." And with its obvious gospel feel, the rousing "Let's Talk About Jesus" could be a Stax-era Staples Singers chestnut. But fires rage on this album as well. Behold the scathing yet funky "Survivors of the Hurricane" or the endless boogie of "Sad Days, Lonely Nights" and the tantalizing John Lee Hooker-style slow-burner, "This Land Is Nobody's Land," with African percussion echoing deep in the background. Only five of the eleven tunes on the album are originals, but when Blood borrows material, he makes it his own. Ulmer still sings as if twenty miles of bad road lie ahead, and Vernon Reid's raw production gives this new disc an eerie, moonless-after-midnight ambiance.



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