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Saturday, May 17, 2003

Robert Christgau Word of the Day

ep•i•gone n. A second-rate imitator or follower, especially of an artist or a philosopher. (dictionary.reference.com)

Hound Dog Taylor and the House Rockers Genuine Houserocking Music [Alligator, 1982]

The HouseRockers were the Ramones of Chicago blues, cutting three wonderful, virtually indistinguishable albums before Taylor left this self-composed epitaph in 1975: "He couldn't play shit, but he sure made it sound good!" His secrets were cheap equipment, a slide fashioned from the leg of a kitchen table, and the most enthusiastic reliance on "Dust My Broom" since Elmore James. It's completely fitting that this all-new album should be almost as fine as the two that came out of the twenty-cuts-a-night 1971 and 1973 sessions from which it's culled, yet somehow reassuring that it doesn't quite match up. Taylor slurs too much, quite a claim in this context, and "What'd I Say" and "Kansas City" are bar-band throwaways, by which I mean that George Thorogood, Taylor's chief epigone, could do them better. B+ (www.robertchristgau.com)

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