ile this release from electric guitar wiz Curtis Reid under "passionate" 'cause that's the best word to describe his playing. You'll
hear what I mean immediately on the rev-it-up opener, "kingsport" which kicks off this epynomously-titled CD. With rock-blues
riffs that will tear the wallpaper off the walls in your living room if you crank this puppy up, the album is off and running before
you get two seconds to catch your breath. But, what's also neat about Curtis' playing and composing is that it is a lot more
complex than you'd expect. In the middle of this great guitar run, he suddenly throws in some prog melodic sensibility before
doing still another 180 and coming full-tilt back to blues and boogie! Yowsah! Curtis Reid is a solid instrumental prog-rock fusion
workout that I liked right away - and it only got better the more I played it!
"Lot 49" has a nice tasty crunchy feel to the song, helped immensely by solid rhythm section work (bass and drums are handled
by a changing crew of sidemen, all of them more than up to the challenge of keeping pace with Curtis). This is much more of a
prog workout than the opener, albeit a heavier prog than keyboard-based music (although there is some synthesizer on the
album). Curtis seems to have a solid sense of when soloing becomes noodling and when it's just good showmanship. Thankfully,
I heard little (if any) of the former, but plenty of the latter. The third cut, "Brigs Of Ayr" starts off very dark and moody with solitary
guitar-synth painting a dreary soundscape before escalating into a mid tempo prog rock number featuring echoed mournful lead
lines that eventually catch fire and blast into the forefront.
There's more here than just great electric guitar numbers, too. "The Dying Tree" is sorrowful acoustic guitar, naked and unadorned.
The enigmatically titled "August 8" is an almost adagio-like synth string piece (one again played on synth-guitar) that has
moments of stark tragic sadness - it's almost cathartic to listen to at times. And the album closer, "Thursday Red" adroitly mixes
blistering lead lines with synths in a way that reminded me of Jeff Beck, circa "There and Back". But, it's still the rockers that
predominate, including a tear-the-roof-off cover of "Aftershock".
If you haven't surrendered your love of a fully amped Fender Stratocaster (Curtis uses FOUR different ones!) and a kick-ass
rhythm section, Curtis Reid is your man and this is your album. Turn it up loud and stand back.