On Taboo, Bob Corritore's latest, nobody has to say anything to get the message across. The Phoenix-based harpist's all instrumental effort for Delta Groove shows him at the top of his powers.
Corritore fits in as seamlessly with this cast as he has in previous releases. Last year's Knockin' 'Around These Blues teamed him up with with Junior Wells/Muddy Waters/Magic Slim/James Cotton bands alum John Primer, and 2010's BMA-winning Harmonica Blues (for Historical Album of the Year) featured collaborations with artists including Koko Taylor, Eddy Clearwater, Pinetop Perkins and Little Milton.
Teaming up with guitar greats Junior Watson and Jimmie Vaughan for Taboo, Corritore runs through a warehouse of styles and genres.
“Shuff Stuff” is just that, a twangy shuffle led by Jimmy Vaughan's guitar that sounds like an old T-Birds cut. He's aided by saxophonist Doug James, who co-wrote the mega hit “How Am I Supposed To Live Without You” with Michael Bolton contributing an old school, Boots Randolph '50s style sax sound here with some Jimmy McGriff style organ from Papa John DeFrancesco.
“Harmonica Watusi” is a real throwback, a homage to the '60s dance craze demonstrated by white booted go-go girls in cages. Corritore's take on it is more complicated, like a Chicago back alley version of the Samba, keeping the original pulsing rhythm intact with the help of Junior Watson's funky guitar lines with Corritore sounding like he's chewing on the notes before letting them dribble through his hands into the mic.
The title cut sounds like it could have been the theme song for one of Sergio Leone's spaghetti westerns when the lone wolf gunfighter rides into town.
Corritore's “Harp Blast” is self explanatory, a boogie-woogie bounce that features the harpist on a reed bending spree.
“Bob's Late Hours” sounds like the last song of the last set in some smoky back-alley dive, weary bluesmen winding down but not wiling to pack up just yet, blowing one last one for the road just before the sun comes up.
No matter whose company he keeps, time after time, without uttering a word, nobody gets it done better than Bob Corritore.