A downright scrappy looking fella of 70, Seasick Steve is the kind of cool I like, namely the no-thrills I-am-what-I-am, and if that’s cool, then cool it is. He’s got an insouciant aesthetic that is dirt-hip, a fascinating life behind him as a hobo, a tramp and a bum, and a style of the blues that is all his own. This brilliant melange gives us an artist who is unconventional in everyway, and at a time in their lives where most artists are celebrating retrospectives of their careers – still making music but not as popular or critically lauded as before (i.e. not current) – Steve is experiencing a flourishing musical career.
You Can’t Teach An Old Dog New Tricks is another spectacular effort from the ole bluesman, his raspy voice in check, Deep South chords as mesmeric as ever, and his story telling way of broaching songs working smoother than a sharp Jack Daniels and coke, seesawing from straight talking to impassioned bouts of singing fluently. There’s range too, in his songs, from the surprisingly sombre Treasures – gorgeous bit of violin – to the veritably funky Don’t Know Why She Love Me But She Do, giving us an album that satisfies our fluctuating moods.