he first thing you'll notice when listening to Al Rose is that his vocals sound like a strong cross between George Harrison and Jerry Garcia. He's got Harrison's nasally whine and Garcia's psychedelic lilt, and together they make for a little bit of an unsettling experience. Not that anything Rose sings about here is off the chart, mind you, it's just that it's weird how (perhaps) unintentionally accurately he's channeling the dead. Just listen to "Down the Mississippi," with its Nashville Skyline-era Bob Dylan sound giving way to that distinctive voice - only that voice somehow belongs to two other deceased dudes. Perhaps this album's title is more accurate than we might think.
01 Down the Missisippi 02 My first posthumours release 03 I'm gonna miss me when I'm gone 04 The miracle of pain 05 Luck and circumstance blues 06 Infectious smile 07 Haiku blues 08 Guilty pleasure 09 Mud on mud 10 Ruby Shade 11 Soft core hope 12 Half a waltz