Chris Robinson Brotherhood :: Let It Fall

Flanked by various co-conspirators, the band (sounding like a mélange of Amorica/Mars Hotel/In The Right Place) lock into a groove right from the get, as Do You Remember The Great Earl Hooker spins on the platter. Festivities ensue while the collective riff over a series of inquiries, accusations and invocations, intermittently concerned with existential space, heathen fellowship and, naturally, things "getting weird . . .

Only the good shit. Aquarium Drunkard is powered by its patrons. Keep the servers humming and help us continue doing it by pledging your support.

To continue reading, become a member or log in.