There is an earnest emotion behind this music, but it's sort of like giving a 17-year-old white kid in braces a brand new Fender Strat and asking him to play songs by Blind Boy Fuller. No matter how hard he tries or how long he plays or how many years of tough going he endures, he's never going to equal that genuine sentiment that comes from authentically living the blues. Sadly, the best song on the record is Track 9, "Interlude," which is just that: a 65-second ditty that fades out far too quickly. The Emma Gibbs band is well-received throughout the Southeast and plays to packed houses in certain cities on their circuit, and perhaps that's where their music is best taken in. And as long as boarding schools throughout the Southeast continue to produce preppy Deadheads, they'll have steady crowds at their shows.