"Alligator Ass", track six, picks up the pace a little, but with a set of nonsensical lyrics, Seagal's low whispering vocals, and the lack of anything terribly catchy, it fails. Seven, "BBQ", is a more up-tempo, boogy-esque track. It's got another unpleasant screechy female vocalist, more whispering, and an extremely long guitar solo. Seagal can play, but is he playing anything anyone wants to listen to?

While listening to the album, it becomes apparent that Seagal is taking this quite seriously. It's a shame: many of these tracks would benefit from an increased dose of self-deprecating humour. Maybe this comes across more in his live shows, but I can't shake the impression here that Seagal is taking this very seriously indeed.

"Hoochie Koochie Man" finds Seagal singing lines like "He gone makes pretty womennnnn", and includes another long solo. It's at this point that I really started to lose interest, and I was only halfway through the album.

Perhaps with a producer who's less willing to allow the indulgence, a similarly less indulgent track listing, and more variety and catchy tunes, Seagal might be onto something. He's certainly not an abysmal singer or guitarist (when the song suits), but this just doesn't work.

"Talk To My Ass" is a song about making the woman in your life give you what you want, and be grateful about it! The repetition, tone, and content all leave a bit of a sour taste, with lines like "I went to bed last night, tried to give my baby some love, she looked at me kind of surprised and she said baby you got your own two pair of hands, but you ain't got no glove"; and it includes another tiresome guitar solo.

"Dust My Broom" is more of the same: repetition, standard blues trappings; it all sounds much the same as it has before. "Slow Boat To China" is an appropriately named slow song, but with inappropriate vocals for Seagal. He can't pull it off and it's an awful, awful track. It also marked the end of my patience with this album. Things should have come to a conclusion long before this.

A Bo Diddley track, and a few short untitled tracks round out the album, and leave the listener feeling a little bemused, not to mention drained, exhausted, and wanting part of the last hour or so back.

It could have all worked so well: sticking to the songs that suited his voice best, and making the album far shorter than it is, could've left a better impression. Perhaps the first album, Songs from the Crystal Cave (which I've heard is less "bluesy") is more enjoyable. Regardless, this is one that fans of the blues - and any fan of Seagal's movie work who's curious - would perhaps be best avoiding, which is a shame.