dispensable (maybe disposable)
Not T-Model's finest moment, or Fat Possum's for that matter. There are three bearable (not saying good, just bearable) songs on here, which are "To the Left, to the Right," "Here Comes Papa" and "These Eyes," the last of which manages to sorta be funny. The rest is sloppy, unfocused and incomplete even by Fat Possum's very, very loose standards. At times it sounds exploitative, almost as if they were forcing him to do songs. The inclusion of "Pop Pop Pop," an abominable "hip" remix, and "The Old Number," which is actually Muddy Waters' "Still a Fool" (guess Fat Possum didn't feel like paying any royalties that day) puts this definitely in the "give it a miss" category. T-Model's other two albums here, "Pee-Wee Get My Gun" and "She Ain't None of Your'n," are much more representative of his erratic but entertaining talent. In short: skip this, it stinks. And we could have all done without hearing T-Model blow his nose, thanks.