This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
A childhood bout of polio left him with a gnarled fret hand. A bar-raid stampede left him trampled and confined to a wheelchair. And from that wheelchair, with his guitar on his lap and an old kitchen knife clutched in his wizened claw as a slide, CeDell Davis kicks some serious ass.
Listen to him plunk his way through the most dissonant, primitive Delta blues riffs, holler at the women what done him wrong and praise the large ladies of Pine Bluff, Ark. (“more fat women there than any place I ever saw”), and you too shall believe. What Davis does is so wrong it’s just gotta be right.
