There's nearly a full minute of rally calls, shrill screams, throaty howls and blasting horns before Baby Huey insists, “Listen to me / Hear what I say.” When a possessed yawp escalates into the song main a moment later, you are indeed heeding his call. Because that's what this man is--possessed. He's more inviting than the consumed, bed-shackled soul in The Exorcist, but his possession remains just the same: bound within a form, he gyrates, spins, screams and spews . . .
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