There aren’t many guitarists who have fully attempted to tackle Jimi Hendrix’s style of interplanetary electric blues, but arguably, no one has come closer than ax-man Robin Trower at nailing that driven, ‘out-there’ manic edge which proved so intrinsic to Jimi’s stringed visions; if truth be told, it took me a while to discover the depths of Trower’s abilities, as I’d been put off by the stuff he was up to in the ‘80s and was never all that moved by Procol Harum. Frankly, after one spin of this LP, no lover of the blues or rock music can deny his prodigious talent or his uncanny knack at soldering those two elements together in a way that doesn’t just imply a Hendrix influence, it fucking channels his spirit from beyond the grave. Perhaps haunted by that specter, Trower later moved away from this sound, but his early – mid ‘70s offerings where he’s backed by the driving rhythm section of Reg Isadore on drums & James Dewer on bass (who also handled the deliciously raspy vocals) will never lead you astray; the tempo switch around 3 minutes into this track is seamless, and the coda-solo Trower lays on us would possibly bring a tear to Jimi’s eye. If ya didn’t know, now you know, yo.
