The first I knew
of Link Wray was in 1971 when I read in ROLLING STONE that Peter Townsend though
Wray was the greatest thing since sex (or something) because of two singles he'd
released in the Fifties, "Rumble" and "Rawhide". At
the time, I considered it a moral obligation to buy a record a month by an
artist I'd never heard on the radio, so I ran right out and grabbed his Polydor
album, LINK WRAY. Recorded in a chicken shack on a three-track machine,
the LP was interestingly eccentric country rock, but I sure didn't hear what
knocked out Townsend. The next time I was aware of Wray, he was backing
Robert Gordon on two albums that didn't kill me either.
I'd just about
given up on the guy when I put BULLSHOT on my turntable. Behold!
Loud, deceptively simple, snarling guitar! Rock and roll capable of
stirring my hormones when I can't wake up on the morning!
The resurrected
Wray does a version of "It's All Over Now Baby Blue" that can make you
forget Bob Dylan's ever existed. He's even considerate enough to include a
remake of "Rawhide", so we can hear what Townsend heard. Backed
by a murderous band that wasn't recorded in a chicken shack, Link Wray cooks
with gas on the other cuts too. I just wish he'd released BULLSHOT in 1971
when I was peeling potatoes to pay for my records.