Category: Chris Robinson

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.”