On his 29th album, the outsider of self-invented avant-garde blues turns up a wild card, in what seems to be a change in direction. While his previous albums are indefinable explorations of detuned folk and stream-of-consciousness vocals delivered in one of the most difficult and abstract fashions imaginable, he is certainly not making things easier with this turn in direction. Going a cappella might not be highly recommended for the singer -- anyone who has had the experience of hearing one of his sojourns will agree. Difficult listening for even hardened avant-garde fans, the sheer nakedness of his music is unsettling. With no regard for forms otherwise touched upon (folk, \blues, \garage, and beyond), he delivers a spiel in an absolutely haunting manner. A seriously strange record in a repertoire that almost qualifies as a genre unto itself, as there are few other artists who have dared to explore such disturbing territory.
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AllMusic Review by Skip Jansen