When the first nitty-gritty riff of Markus James' "Woke Me" lands, it's like a jolt straight into your waistband, the kind that yanks you out of the margins and stands you in the gas-lit glow. Recorded in the rustic heartland of North Mississippi with an unrefined, soulful sound, this uptempo cut does so much play as it dope-slaps you awake.
"Woke Me" is a figure pulling you from the brink when the world has worn you threadbare. It's blues rock with a heartbeat, indie rock with dirt under its fingernails, garage rock with brazen soul. Markus James doesn't merely strum chords; he excavates the marrow of human experience, and "Woke Me" is evidence.
"Woke Me" is a heartbeat, but it wrangles you by the collar, dusts you off, and challenges you to feel something genuine again. Markus James has got you covered if you ever need some soundtrack to your personal resurrection. Every self-respecting devotee of the blues should reckon with the primal majesty of this record.
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