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Howlin' Wolf

  • Moanin' in the Moonlight [Chess, 1958]
  • Howlin' Wolf [Chess, 1962]
  • The London Howlin' Wolf Sessions [Chess, 1971] A-
  • Chester Burnett A.K.A. Howlin' Wolf [Chess, 1972]
  • The Back Door Wolf [Chess, 1973] A-
  • Ain't Gonna Be Your Dog [Chess, 1994] A-

Consumer Guide Reviews:

Moanin' in the Moonlight [Chess, 1958]
[CG80: Rock Library: Before 1980]

Howlin' Wolf [Chess, 1962]
[CG80: Rock Library: Before 1980]

The London Howlin' Wolf Sessions [Chess, 1971]
A supersession with a conscience, or maybe just a reason for being, in which a whole raft of rich English rock and rollers--the cream: the core band is Clapton, Winwood, Wyman, and Watts--get behind the man who taught them their shit if anyone did. The material is classic, the playing early Stones with chops--committed to a slightly speedy shuffle, a little lighter and more ornate (horns on two cuts) than the old Chess stuff. Wolf's voice sounds a little light as well--doesn't threaten to shatter the bones. Maybe he didn't want to scare the white boys. A-

Chester Burnett A.K.A. Howlin' Wolf [Chess, 1972]
[CG70s: A Basic Record Library]

The Back Door Wolf [Chess, 1973]
There's more art, as it is called, in this sixty-three-year-old man's large intestine than is likely to pass through Sunset Sound in a month. Can you imagine Steve Stills or one of those guys coming up with a title as bold as "Coon on the Moon," much less turning it into a fierce, ominous cry of ironic pride. The Wolf hasn't been in such good bellow for years. Suggestion: get rid of the electric piano player. A-

Ain't Gonna Be Your Dog [Chess, 1994]
Muddy's marginalia slip past when you're not listening. Wolf's always register--two hour-long discs containing 42 U.S.-uncollected tracks (including a mere smattering of acoustic versions and alternate takes), and not a song just makes nice and lies there. Even when he's only stretching his lungs, his voice fills the room, and from jump blues to pop soul, all attempts at commercial affability are swamped by his huge natural sound. Plus a bunch of horn arrangements that somebody up there probably thought were too bizarre or raggedy or something. The thing about Wolf is, he can never be too anything. A-