TK Webb

The first couple spins produce, "Man, this guy sounds drunk." After that the response becomes, "George Thorogood on cough syrup?" But eventually Webb's genius crawls out of his own bluesy murk: this guy has stolen the most lo-fi/country blues aspects of the Stones' Exile on Main St. and alchemically shaped them into a brand-new universe. "Which Witch," for example, burns slowly like vintage bar rock, then slyly shape-shifts into a droning raga that confuses the Ganges and the Mississippi.