Georgian Joel Tuttle's eponymous album consists of a haphazardly produced set of open-mike quality singing and guitar playing. It's a mix of self-penned compositions ("Laughing a Lacking," "Do What You Do") and covers. The feel is casual to an extreme, the tonality approximate, the performances loose to the point of falling apart. "Death Magic Woman" has some interest as a noisome foray into post-apocalyptic digital blues. The cover of Dylan's "You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go" is typical -- a noodling, aimless wandering guitar laced with a mumbling, soft deadbeat lead vocal. The closing track, a cover of Charlie Chaplin's "Smile," is curious and eerily ironic, given its local context. Those seeking the underbelly of amateur lo-fi could consider this a classic (if disposable) example.
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AllMusic Review by Jim Esch