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When Five Horse Johnson formed back in 1995, referring to themselves as a "blues band," a few brows might well have been furrowed. But this is a band that has always understood that the blues isn't a formula - it's a way of looking at the world. Their take on the blooze is as a dirty, sensual thing, enhanced with a healthy dose of humor. From the slow, bluesy stomp of the title-track, to the dirge vibe of "Daddy Was a Gun" - a story of some weird goings-on in a strange parish - Jake Leg Boogie is pure old school FHJ, recorded live, everyone in the same room, with as little overdubbing as possible. Accordingly, it feels lively and loud in the MC5-come-Hendrix vibe of "Hard Times," the hard-rocking "Magic Man" (a tale of depravity set in the town of Springfield, MO), and the near-Texan boogie of "Smoke Show." Jake Leg Boogie was recorded at Rustbelt Studios, with longtime producer Al Sutton (Big Chief, Novadriver, Halfway to Gone, Detroit Cobras) at the production helm, with a definitive nod to Dave Cobb (All Them Witches, Rival Sons). Artwork provided by noted graphic artist and FHJ-collaborator Mark Dancey, keeping with a tradition established on 1999's Fat Black Pussycat. Five Horse Johnson is not a band that makes apologies, and compromise is not an option. The truth is, this is hard, heavy, dirty blues rock 'n' roll for people who like the sound of an engine roaring or the feeling obtained by following a cold beer with a shot of good whiskey. FHJ will gladly kick your ass, and then wait for you to say thank you and ask for another. Which you will. For fans of: ZZ Top, John Lee Hooker, Rival Sons, Clutch

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• For fans of: ZZ Top, John Lee Hooker, Rival Sons, Clutch

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Slinky, sleazy blues-and-booze rock from the Rust Belt of the USA, lumped in with the stoner rock crowd because there's really nowhere else for 'em to get lumped (at least not until you all wise up and go buy some TENDERLOIN records). Ohio's prodigal drunks get a lot more love in Europe than they do here at home, mainly because there's a pretty good bunch of people on that side of the pond who appreciate sweaty, warts-and-all rock and roll delivered with heart and spit and a whole lot of smoke-choked vigor.

     —Keith Bergman , www.blabbermouth.net