by Thom Jurek
You have to hand it to the old one -- he still knows how to rock. It's not that Leon Russell is that old, in 2007 he's 65. It's just that he looks like Moses with all that white hair and his trademark long-flowing white beard. After over a decade of issuing ballad, country-bluegrass, and children's albums, Russell is back with an Okie stomp of a rock and Southern-fried funk album that will raise more than a few eyebrows. Issued on his own eponymous label, Angel in Disguise is a curiosity piece to look at. The sleeve and booklet are all done in black-and-white and Russell is wearing Blues Brothers shades on the cover. What's more, when opening the booklet, there is an extended dedication to his daughters, and on the subsequent pages, there are inscription notes by those same daughters that try to illuminate their father's worth to them and the world. It's enough to make anyone -- save perhaps for Celine Dion -- groan. There are no musician credits anywhere on the set -- they don't appear on his website either, and you can't even assume he used his road band to make the record. But all reservations disappear when the disc is popped into the tray and you hit the &play& button, to be greeted with the swampy, bluesy funk of &Sweet Mimi,& written for Russell's wife. The hard percussive &plonk& that is Russell's trademark is immediately apparent, but so are some squalling guitars, a Synclavier (à la Herbie Hancock's Thrust), fat greasy basslines, and a drummer holding the time close. A host of female backing singers gives the entire thing a gospel feel that resembles his '70s work, along with a mix that is muddy and dirty. His piano fills stay rooted in the blues and gospel, while the rest is simply tough and nasty. ... Read More...