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Boomkat Product Review:
Missouri born Thomas Kelly Webb allegedly started mastering the guitar at age 9, and by age 13 he was playing in proper bands… Now is it just me or are they getting younger? I’m sure it’s not long before companies start manufacturing guitars and rock outfits for babies, so as soon as the little sprogs claw their way out of mummy’s belly they can clasp their underdeveloped paws on a Gibson or Fender branded axe, and by the time they can utter their first words they’ll be penning lyrics. By the time they’re out of Huggies Pull-Ups they’re gonna be washed up and in rehab, lamenting the loss of their fame, and by the time they’ve entered school they will have found God. It’s all gonna happen – just watch this space, but for now we’ve got TK Webb’s second album. He’s 28 years old now so practically in retirement in modern music terms, and indeed this record sees him taking the role of weathered war-torn bluesman; husky voice, the stench of alcohol, you know the score. With nods to Dylan and the Stones, he manages to perfect his sound with one foot lodged in the swamps of the past while keeping his head out in the millennium somewhere and musters up the chops to blurt out some pretty darn respectable rock ‘n roll ditties. I guess I’m a sucker for brawling bar-room music like this, it’s what made America really, so it’s nice to hear the young ‘uns keeping that sound alive. Rock out.