ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE GEORGIA STRAIGHT, JAN. 9, 1992
By Steve Newton
Is there anything sweeter than the sound of Johnny Winter’s bony white fingers doin’ the dirty up and down a headless guitar neck, those speedy rock riffs flying off like sparks from a grinder?
I kinda doubt it.
And you can’t complain about the tattooed Texan’s down ’n’ dirty slow blues, either.
Both forms are well represented on Winter’s latest release, Let Me In. It’s good to know that some things never change, and that raunchy blues-rock is still alive and well and living in an albino’s trusty fingertips.