The Zion Travelers :: The Dootone Masters

“The four walls of my room were like the four walls of my grave. . .” The most moving document of The Zion Travelers may be “The Blood,” an ecstatic testimony of a near death experience. Lead Traveler L.C. Cohen’s soaring tenor blisters and quakes above a feverish bed of group harmony. As they hold and stretch a chord over the word “blood,” their timing begins to feel elastic, pumping rhythm like a bodily organ in the throes of struggle. The song’s salvation is attributed to the spiritual, but there’s a corporeal truth in the cry “Blood, runnin . . .

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