There’s Music InThar Hills Smokestack is the guitar player and the Foothill Fury is Smokestack, together they form the wandering one-man band that is Smokestack and the Foothill Fury. Playing an traditional hills blues, he comes off as a man to be reckoned with, like a mountain. Solitary, yet unmovable. As a performer it must be a sight to be hold, this hollering man stomping and flopping sweat over his beat little kit. If you can really call a kick and snare a kit. A sight to be seen for sure, a man doing six things at one and keeping a steady beat the whole time and just rolling through. And it’s this natural flow of progression that permeates “America’s Freedom Death March.” A casual, matter-of-factness that thankfully seems to coming back in vogue through the roots and Americana music scenes. Smokestack covers a lot of the familiar traditional grounds, though enveloped in his own flare. At times the music takes on such a frantic stance that it seems as if he were the first person to play the blues, especially as guitar runs that start off in familiar styles take sharp detours into other ideas, only to snap back on track a moment later. Of course he has his softer side, which is exemplified in “Times In Between,” which sounds like a Nick Drake tune tunneled through the traditionalist blues and taking for a spin through the back alleys and dark dives of Smalltown, U.S.A. This abandon Smokestack takes to his music probably lends itself some to his status as a one-man band. It’s hard to image anyone keeping up with his once he gets going. Definitely worth a listen for anyone wondering where the new outlaw music is happening. When he sings “put me up against the wall and I won’t back down,” on “Against the Wall” it isn’t hard imagining these words ring true.