Best-of compilation starring Stuckey’s Bruce-vs-everything strum-and-slash randomness.
The human interest part is that Stuckey’s blind, which should qualify him as a long-suffering expert when it comes to mocking the dreadful mismatched gentrification coming from today’s oh-so-relevant mash artists. The Georgia native tosses blues, jazz, arena-rock and thrash metal in the genre grinder, hits puree, and hopes for a reaction other than pats on the head for versatility points, but it’s clear he’s a seasoned mudcat who’s hacked at everything but polka. The blues is where he’s most dangerous (“The Light That Guides”) thus he’s got a good if apathetic grip of John Popper lager-pop (“So Blue”). The experimental stuff is slapstick crossoverism, most profound in “My Sociology” in which a Slayer tangent interrupts a ballroom-standard walk in the clouds literally halfway through. Order at Tower Records
