Howlin' Wolf

A supersession with a conscience, or maybe just a reason for being, in which a whole raft of rich English rock and rollers--the cream: the core band is Clapton, Winwood, Wyman, and Watts--get behind the man who taught them their sh*t if anyone did. The material is classic, the playing early Stones with chops--committed to a slightly speedy shuffle, a little lighter and more ornate (horns on two cuts) than the old Chess stuff. Wolf's voice sounds a little light as well--doesn't threaten to shatter the bones. Maybe he didn't want to scare the white boys. (Grade: A-)