The “Marquis de Swamp” says “Welcome to my habitat” over a sonaral bed of frogs, bugs, and who knows what crawled out of the swamp for this noir party.
Wharton threw caution out the window with this album, as “Get Naked and Surf” suggests.
Is “Lonesome Rider” a mid life crises, or just a fond remembrance of one of his long motorcycle odysseys?
“That’s How It Feels” walks homeless streets, with the singer speaking of the dark alleys of existence. Then “Gonna Be All Right” throws it right in the face of despair and shines a light over it all.
“Don’t Know How To Tell You” mellows down into a smooth groove like coming home to Mama.
The title cut is a salacious double entendre with a raucous back beat suitable for lap dancing.
Peppered in amongst the songs are grooves of the gumbo. “Okra”, “Andoulle”, “Hot Sauce”, “Chicken In The Gumbo” give the whole proceedings spice and contrast.