|Released||Aug 01st, 1999|
|Cast||Dave Hardman, Cassandra Wilde, Mr. Marcus, Caroline Pierce, Dave Cummings, Tony Tedeschi, Donita, Keper Real, Eric (I), Jewel Valmont, Jake Steed, Laurel Canyon, Nacho Vidal, Chris Cannon, Jazmine (II)|
First things first. This tape is prefixed with an ad which enlightened this reviewer. The ad in question is one for Mr. Leslie's latest blues CD, In the Kitchen, which features our man blowing harp and Laying Down the Law. John Leslie, as it turns out, is that rarest of white men, one who can Do Blues without seeming intrusive, corny or just wrong. John Leslie, as it turns out, is a bad motherfucker.
Not that we didn't know this already. His smut suggests a musician's soul, and a soulful musician at that. His tones are deep and rich like that bass line bumping through the "Acknowledgment" section of "A Love Supreme." His narrative is minimalist, nonchalant genius, à la Thurston moore's guitar parts. His phrasing is lush and a tad over-ripe, à la Ravel.
This volume in the Fresh Meat saga boasts more of what Leslie is best known for: surreal, hypnotic scenarios which all end the same way - with sweaty, libido-tweaking capital-F Fuckin' tearing a hole in the way you think about sex. Standout performances here include those turned in by cover girl Jewel Valmont, and the equally exquisite Cassandra Wilde. Also to be noted and treasured is Keper Real's napalm-blast toss with Jake Steed and an unfamiliar Caucasian cocksman. Bone-rattling smut for those with a little poetry in their souls.