The Love Shack project is WitchDoktor's primary euphoria distillate, offerin' up a full deluxe menu o' searin' strat and tele groove (thank you kindly oh ye royal session henchmen), acoustic and electric keyboard incantation (largely effective for remediation of acute malaise and occasional bouts o' lassitude), and ascendent woodwind rumination drivin' a transportive, elation inducin' narrative.
Tappin' the singular engineerin' wherewithal of Mike Deneen (Q Division) and Phil Green (Normandy Sound), Hal's Voo Doo Love Shack largely benefits from the sinus clearin', blood circulatin', bowel cleansin' guitar shop showcase that is the handiwork o' Kevin Barry and Duke Levine (if you recognize these hombres from tours with chart toppers Mary Chapin Carpenter, Peter Wolf, and Paula Cole, the Love Shack guitar mojo will refresh the psyche with meta-terrestrial sensations of endorphin catalyzed transrational deep-truth arrestin' global satori). N.B. Curious graphics (skull symbols) indicate that the track met with a conspiracy of life-transformin' guitar stretch and burnin' rhythm section take-down - engage with caution. These takes tap some of the good time, down home heat of Donny Hathaway's heaviest groove feels, Santana's ostinato blow-torch instrumental , and Hendrix's after-life-affirmin' fave, "Hey Joe".
As always, the inestimably keen production talent of Doug Carter (Dark River Productions) is on full display.
Percussionist Pernell Saturnino (Chick Corea, Danilo Perez, . . .), Trap Kit meta virtuoso Marty Richards (Gary Burton, Joe Perry . . .), and P-Bass Mahstah Paul Bryan (Aimee Mann, Elvis Costello, T. Bone Burnet . . .) all kindly let their hair down to effect the visceral sonic mix that is the tonic for us boomers nursed on collaborative efforts such as David Crosby's "Wishing I Knew My Name" and Paul Kantner's "Blows Against the Empire". WitchDoktor's acoustic and electric piano, when not establishing a hard groove or the underpinnings for heavy blowin' (again, thank you six string special forces), paints the wistful, sometimes spell-bound aural scenery assisting our simultaneous repose and animation. Enthusiastically received by practicing surgeons (known to repeatedly perform complicated, protracted neuro-critical care operations while under the influence of WitchDok's sonic mojo) and retired senior citizens (many seen near-levitating out of their day-beds), Hal's Voo Doo Love Shack is a healthy dose o' angst assuagin' acoustic balm and spirit animatin' electric ass-whip.
WitchDoktor enthusiastically endorses a stay at Hal's Voo Doo Love Shack - anticipate long lastin' and robust salutary benefits.