I?ve been trying to work out precisely why this was sent to be reviewed on a site reputed for covering free folk, drone improvisations and whatnot like Foxy D. Then again, I?ve been trying to work out what a guy like Langhorn Slim is doing on a label reputed for New York-centric art and trash garage rock like Narnack. Y?see, Langhorne is a homespun boy who plays toe-tappin?, shoe-shufflin?, two-steppin? Dixie classics, albeit with a hyped-up punk energy and vigour that propels even the ballads at a speed decent enough for the album to not outstay it?s welcome. If it?s an incongruous sound, it?s an incongruous approach for a boy barely out of his twenties, preferring as he does to sport a pork pie hat and thrift store strides. Yet despite my incredulation, this is infectious stuff, and Langhorne does his damndest to win any sceptic over with a decent combination of youthful vigour, naivety, and some catchy numbers. This isn?t anything to set the world on fire, but it?s a surprisingly pleasing listen, and a welcome contrast to the excesses of the free/improvised world I?d otherwise extol. 6/10 -- Dave Stockwell (16 June, 2005)