Nine for Victor

For the past 13 years, the Harlem-based No-Neck Blues Band have ignored any logical illusion or obvious contradiction in exacting their own true monumental sound: an avant-garde of cemeteries, of almost complete blindness. Though their attempt to blur the edges between the prize of obviousness and the reality of ignorance has found them labeled remote by a few, you can read the past as you wish. It can either go down as an assault of backbreaking lifetimes or a mere flutter of sunstrokes. In due course, they have proven themselves to be continuous, rife with meandrous fog and vision, the purveyors of a snaky cohesion.