Something old and new. Borrowed? Certainly. Blue? Most definitely.
Whiskey soaked, cutting edge, raw, purposeful explorations of the root sources of American musical hegemony. And an ass-shaking good time. The Screaming Bluedogs may not be all things to all people, but the sight of singer Tina Berry seducing the crowd while Gut Pocket Slim churns out a kaleidoscope of sound with the rhythm section jumping behind them has converted jaded oldsters and youngsters alike.
Howling Wolf saxman Eddie Shaw says they play the blues right; while crowds of 20-somethings who don't know (or need to know) about much beyond how to party all night long have found their reveries amply supported. These Screaming Bluedogs are musicians too, and when not pumping the dance floor or calling forth the ghost of the aforementioned Wolf, they are quite comfortable serving up dinner music, classic rock or whatever the situation demands.
