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Tom Waits : "And then there's this guy named Bob Log, you ever heard of him? He's this little kid — nobody ever knows how old he is — wears a motorcycle helmet and he has a microphone inside of it and he puts the glass over the front so you can't see his face, and plays slide guitar. It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying. I like people who glue macaroni on to a piece of cardboard and paint it gold. That's what I aspire to basically."

Bob Log III in his blue full-body Fonzie suit and a face-shield wired with a headset microphone is one of the best, fastest and strangest American Delta Blues Slide Guitar player of today
Bob Log III was born in Chicago, Illinois and raised in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona. Then Tucson AZ and now Melbourne Australia
"You take a guitar, turn it up and have a good time" in the early 90's he Formed together with Thermos Malling the incredible DOO RAG who's pioneered the whole Blues 'punk' or Even Tekkno Scene at this time, the Band Split off and Bob Log continued alone a the One Man Band, Touring all over the Globe North America, Europe, Japan and Australia, Mexico, and Iceland.
he acquired a kick-drum and a homemade foot cymbal which he custom-outfitted with a kick pedal of its own. These instruments, combined with his slide guitar work, distorted telephone microphone vocals, and Boom-Chik-a-Boom drum machine accompaniment, form the framework on which Bob Log constructs his songs. Log describes his on-stage setup in the song "One Man Band Boom," introducing himself to the audience as, "I'm Bob Log the third, one-man band, Tucson, Arizona. Heyeeeh! Lemme introduce the band to ya. On cymbals, left foot. Over here on the bass drum we got right foot. Shut up! This is my left hand that does all the slide work, right hand does the pickin'. My mouth hole does most o' the talkin'. And you're looking at my finger."


Bob Log III in seinem Astronauten Jump Suit und einem Helm Bewaffnet ist einer der heutig einzigartigsten Slide Gitaristen der Gegenwart, Geboren in Chicago dann seine Kariere beginnend vor allem in Tucson Arizona mit deinem damaligen Duo DOO RAG (Abfall Schlagzeug und super fast blues) eines Tages war Thermous der Drummer nicht mehr auffindbar so machte Bob Log als Solo Show weiter und so ist es geblieben Tourend in der ganzen Welt mit bands wie RL Burnside John Spencer T-Model Ford oder Hasil Adkins ist Bob Log auf Fat Possum/Epitaph gelandet wo er 3 Alben rausbrachte, wurde mit seinem Clip in Etlichen TV Stationen auf und Ab gespielt und seine platten sind der missing link zu der heutigen elekto und technolastigen tanz jugend zum blues und rock'n'roll.. nun also die erste auf Voodoo Rhythm 13 songs im typischen BOB LOG III outfit, slide Guitar overdose mixed with Drums and Beats und lyrics die keinen sinn machen... bob log startet seine shows so: "i'm Bob Log the third, one-man band, Tucson, Arizona. Heyeeeh! Lemme introduce the band to ya. On cymbals, left foot. Over here on the bass drum we got right foot. Shut up! This is my left hand that does all the slide work, right hand does the pickin'. My mouth hole does most o' the talkin'. And you're looking at my finger."


Chiunque abbia affrontato l'ascolto di Bob Log e, prima ancora, dei suoi Doo Rag, difficilmente potrà fare a meno del suo genio demenziale e irriverente. Artefice del blues più sgraziato, deturpato e allucinato che si possa concepire, il Nostro è il titolare della più delirante e folle one man band esistente in circolazione, dato che riesce a suonare da solo usando tutti e quattro gli arti: grancassa e charleston rudimentali ai piedi, tra le mani una chitarra slide accordata a caso. Il look poi è altrettanto atipico: una tuta da marziano addosso e un casco da motociclista con all'interno un ricevitore telefonico come microfono. Potrebbe sembrare un fenomeno da baraccone e invece stiamo parlando di uno dei personaggi più originali ed eccentrici del panorama blues contemporaneo, quello che affonda le sue radici nella bassa fedeltà più radicale e senza compromessi. Anche se, a confronto con l'oltranzismo dei Doo Rag, il suo approccio in proprio è meno estremo e "terroristico", più ludico e scanzonato, segnato da un'inconfondibile vena trash e da un'innata vocazione all'intrattenimento, come attesta la sua ossessione per gli organi sessuali femminili e il "tit clapping", tecnica consistente nel battere il ritmo a suon di tette (Clap Your Tits è ormai diventato un "classico" del repertorio).
Dopo tre album pubblicati dalla Fat Possum, dei quali Trike resta finora il capolavoro, il musicista di Tucson, Arizona, ha deciso di affidarsi all'etichetta garage-trash per eccellenza, la Voodoo Rhythm di Berna, mettendo a segno un disco che è l'ennesimo pugno nello stomaco dei puristi, un inno allo spirito più lascivo e dissacrante del blues. Tredici brani sgangherati e deviati, tra i quali primeggiano lo stomp slabbrato di Goddamn Sounds Good, il boogie anfetaminico di Mr. Sis Boom Bah, l'ipnotica Bump Pow!, il funk schizoide e decostruito alla Primus di Manipulate Your Figments, il r'n'r epilettico e debordante di Shinkansen Teh!!. Un'autentica forza della natura e un talento assolutamente unico e ineguagliabile. gabriele Barone


Der EVEL KNIEVEL des Musikbusiness ist zurück! Der Grand Senior der One-Man-Bands! Immer noch im Ganzkörperanzug und mit Motorradhelm incl. montiertem Telefonhörer. Die Hände --->müssen bei einer One-Man-Band schließlich frei bleiben! Schaut euch einfach die Fotos von dem durchgeknallten Typen an. Und wenn ihr ihn irgenwo live erwischt - nehmt jede Entfernung in Kauf! Sowas vergesst ihr nie. Versprochen.Doch kommen wir zur Platte: Nach vier Jahren ohne Veröffentlichung tritt er via Voodoo Rhythm Records wieder an´s Licht. Schon der Titel "My Shit Is Perfect" fasst die dezente Selbstsicherheit und den speziellen Humor des Mannes zusammen. Bob Log III hat ja auch den Klassiker "I'm a professional, God damn it. I live in a car." abgelassen. One-Man-Band-Sound als würde ne ganze Band lärmen. Der Typ macht echt Krach für vier. Naja, er hat´s ja bei DOO RAG auch von der Pike auf gelernt. This is Blues Trash right in your face!

the dreaded press (usa)

Bob Log III takes every cliché about blues musicians and throws them through a bar-room window... before dragging them back inside and buying them a drink to make up for it. My Shit Is Perfect is his fifth solo album after parting ways with the other half of Delta-rock duo Doo Rag, and if you've not encountered the man's work before, you'd be forgiven for wondering what the hell is going on.I think it only fair to say straight away (and with no disrespect intended to Mr Log's musicianship, which is as impressive as it is utterly unique) that Bob Log III needs to be seen live to be fully understood; descriptions are merely words, and cannot do it justice.I believe the same has been said of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, with whom Log has toured, and there's a common ground there - both acts use the blues as the jump-off point for building their own oddball mythology.And it's quite some mythology, too. On stage, Bob Log III wears a shiny silver jumpsuit of uncertain age and unnerving tightness, and a motorcycle helmet. With a smoked plastic faceplate. Which has a telephone handset glued into it. Which acts as Log's hands-free microphone. You're probably thinking "that probably looks pretty weird". Well, you're underestimating.He's a genuine one-man band, too; at the core of his sound are the rollicking slide-and-twang grooves he wrings out of a huge old arch-top guitar, but he has an array of foot-powered percussion and drum machines as well, producing little avalanches of bangs, booms and thwacks that sound like they're struggling to keep up with the man's furious right hand picking style. As can be heard on My Shit Is Perfect, the lyrics are predominantly a vehicle for Bob Log III's larger-than-life persona, whose main interests are his own music and instruments, ladies and alcohol... preferably all three at once.
In other words, and at the risk of sounding uncharitable, Bob Log III is a novelty act, a performance art prospect that has to be witnessed in the flesh to be appreciated. To a neophyte, My Shit Is Perfect will probably sound like some obscure side-project based on getting very drunk and/or stoned before attempting to sing through a CB radio set while beat-juggling with fuzzy old 78rpm blues classics; it's intriguing and wryly amusing, but probably not the sort of thing you'd go out of your way for after a chance hearing.But to the previously initiated, My Shit Is Perfect will be a memento of a night at some hot and packed little venue where some loon in a jumpsuit and a crash-helmet played a mean guitar, rambled on like a hillbilly in jimson-weed season and put a smile on every face in the room. I'm not saying that you shouldn't buy My Shit Is Perfect just because you've never seen Bob Log III play live. What I'm saying is you should make a point of going to see him play live, and then buy the album.


In een ver verleden was er Doo Rag, een duo dat het tot zijn doel maakte om blues in zijn meest rudimentaire vorm te spelen. Dat betekende drummen op een paar kartonnen dozen, zingen met een helm op de kop, met een microfoon door een stofzuigerbuis en een aftandse slidegitaar bespelen. Het duo ging elk zijn eigen weg. Bob Log III bleef stug doorgaan met het maken van platen en veel optreden, in zijn eentje. Het instrumentarium bleef, al werden de kartonnen dozen door een minimale drumset vervangen, en in zijn eentje weet de man, wiens gezicht we niet kunnen zien omdat hij het glas van zijn helm neerlaat bij concerten, net zo wervelend uit de hoek te komen als toentertijd met zijn kompaan. Opgefokte Mississippi Delta Blues gespeeld met een punkattitude maakte zowel 's mans platen als optredens tot een feest. Na vier jaar stilte, het vaderschap wenkte en het was even tijd om het wat kalmer aan te doen, staat Bob Log III er opnieuw. Iets minder gespierd misschien, iets rustiger dan voorheen en meer plaats ruimend voor kalmere momenten is 'My Shit Is Perfect' nog steeds een prima plaat die geen missers bevat. Bob Log III is Mississippi Fred McDowell voor de eenentwintigste eeuw. Meer eer kunnen we de man niet geven, en innemend als hij is, verwacht hij ook niet anders. We kunnen nog even met superlatieven gooien of we laten Beatman van Voodoo Rhythm de band voorstellen: 'On cymbals, left foot. On the bass drum, right foot. Right hand: the pickin'. Left hand: the slide work. Mouth hole does most o' the talkin'. This finger: an asshole.' Of hoe humor en blues perfect kunnen samengaan.(Patrick Bruneel)


Bob Log III er et enmannsband. Han kommer fra Chicago, spiller elektrisk gitar, spiller trommer med beina og får i tillegg hjelp av en litt billig trommemaskin og han opptrer iført motorsykkelhjelm med innebygd mikrofon som er koblet til en telefon. Musikalske forbilder er Chuck Berry, Hasil Adkins, Bo Diddley, Screaming Jay Hawkins og AC/DC og "My Shit Is Perfect" er mannens femte album.Bob Log III platedebuterte i 1993 som del av bluesrock-duoen Doo Rag (ga ut tre album), men har siden 1998 operert alene. Han har base både i Australia og USA og spiller mer enn 150 konserter i året over hele den vestlige verden. Musikken er tufta på deltablues og før nevnte forbilder. Det kan sikkert bli ganske livat på konsert (Bob har spilt support for både RL Burnside, The Blues Explosion og Franz Ferdinand), men hjemme i stua blir det ensformig og litt sært. Bob Log III er en god gitarist som også spiller slide, men låtene er såpass like at lytteren må følge godt med for å skjønne når en ny låt starter, noe det gjør 13 ganger på denne platen.


My Shit Is Perfect smells of past Doo Rag brilliance, finding Log showcasing his slide guitar virtuosity, unusual but butt-shaking polyrhythmic beatitude, and, as loved and expected, his demented take on humanity. How does he do all of the amazing things he does? It is truly mystifying, even to him. The album's cover concept: Colorforms. The cover comes as a blank stage with stick-ons of Log (cut up into appendages and trunk) and his usual pals by his side (inflatable raft, party accessories, etc.), enabling the owner to create and recreate his or her own cover!Performing behind a motorcycle helmet, Bob Log III has garnered curiosity and speculation as to his true identity. Is he truly the man that fronted Doo Rag in the early '90s? Is he Andy Kaufman? Or thrill-seeker Evel Knievel? All are valid questions, and questions that Log promises to address on tour after My Shit Is Perfect is released


Robert Reynolds III, alias Bob Log III... abgedrehter geht es nimmer. Der Blues wird getrasht und punktiert.Bob Log III ist ein hyperaktiver Musiker aus Tucson, Arizona und hat einen Zweitwohnsitz irgendwo im Mississippi-Delta.ob Log III ist eine One-Man-Show.Bob Log III trägt bei seinen Auftritten einen Helm. Darin befindet sich ein Telefonhörer als Mikrofon. Wäre so etwas nicht auch eine vortreffliche 'Verkleidung' für Space-Rocker mit einer psychedelischen Ausrichtung?Bob Log III tritt in einem gleißenden schwarzen Overall auf.Bob Log III bildete zusammen mit Thermos ein Duo namens Doo Rag.Bob Log III spielt Slide Gitarre, vorzugsweise auf halbakustischen Klampfen. Das ist aber nebensächlich. Viel wichtiger, bei all den verqueren Songs, die einem an die Lauscher kommen, ist, dass der Typ verdammt gut mit seinem Arbeitsgerät umgeht.Er kann es wie Hound Dog Taylor oder so schnell wie Eric Sardinas.Auf der akustischen Gitarre fingerpickt er wie ein gedopter Robert Johnson.Durch sein Telefon-Mikrofon klingt seine Stimme verfremdet, wie eine schlechte Verbindung zwischen zwei Gesprächspartnern, von denen der eine immer kurz davor ist zu sagen: »Ich lege auf...«Seine Texte kann man so lala zu verstehen. Zur Sicherheit sind sie im Booklet abgedruckt und bei diesem Protagonisten muss man hinzufügen: leserlich.Blues-Puristen für einen "My Shit Is Perfect"-Ausflug Reisetabletten zu geben ist zwecklos. Die hängen reihenweise über der Reling und kämpfen erfolglos gegen die Umkehrung der Peristaltik an.Bob Log III klingt wie die Label-Kollegen von den Juke Joint Pimps, nur ist bei ihm alles selfmade. Respekt!"My Shit Is Perfect"... Stimmt! Stimmt! Stimmt!Die beiden auf seiner Homepage angebotenen Videos "Clap Your Tits" sowie "Boob Scotch" sind absolut nicht jugendfrei!"Goddamn Sounds Good" (ob mit oder ohne 'n' scheint keine Rolle zu spielen) bilden die Buchstützen dieser hervorragenden CD. Als Opener kommt die Nummer in der verzerrten E-Gitarren-Version und am Schluss als akustische Ausgabe.Bob Log III darf sich alles erlauben, denn in einigen Songs belegt er, wie ernst es ihm mit dem Blues ist. Auf seinem Arbeitsgerät kann er wahre Wunder vollbringen... "Mr. Sis Boom Bah": Speed-Blues.Zu "Shake A Little, Wiggle It, And Jiggle It Too" feiert der Teufel mit den Hexen Party. Irgendwie groovt das Ding.Tom Waits soll über ihn unter anderem gesagt haben: »It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying.«Dem ersten Satz kann ich voll zustimmen. Verstehen kann man Bob Log III nicht immer, aber immer öfter.Die knapp zwei Minuten "Shinkansen Teh!" sind dann wirklich gepunkter Blues.Der Musiker ist kein Newcomer, denn bereits seit 1998 veröffentlicht er Platten, ganze zehn an der Zahl und war vorher beim Label Fat Possum.Bob Log III wirbelt im hintersten Hinterzimmer des Blues-Palastes und dann doch wieder nicht, weil es auf seiner MySpace-Seite seit 2007 schon fast 200.000 Besucher gab.Den Bildern nach zu urteilen, sind seine Gigs Happenings."It's The Law" ist ein Track, den J.J. Cale nie geschrieben hat.Das "My Shit Is Perfect" zugrunde liegende Konzept, wenn man überhaupt davon sprechen kann, ist jedenfalls stimmig.Aus meiner Sicht ist alles geschrieben und jetzt liegt es an den RockTimes-Lesern, sich ein Bild von diesem schrägen Ausnahme-Künstler zu machen. The Juke Joint Pimps haben mir zugesagt und so ist es auch mit Bob Log III.


Here's the man who started it all, the gran seniori, the don, the big daddy of one man bands - BOB LOG III gdammit! Eons ago there was a band like none before and none since. They played fierce amphetamine drenched blues punk with demented vigor, merging an urban skid row punk attitude with the archaic sounds of the Mississippi Delta and they were to be known the world round as Doo Rag. Out of this crazed slide blues punk mayhem evolved a 21st century space age Mississippi Fred Mc Dowell in a full body cannonball suit sporting a pilots helmet with a built in telephone - this creature was introduced to our planet as BOB LOG III!


Selten habe ich Musik gehört, die sich vom ersten Ton an so sehr in die Gehirnwendungen frisst und dort tut, was immer ihr beliebt. Die Rede ist von Bob Log IIIs neuem Album. Da hört man akustische Gitarren-Licks, die schnell hintereinander geschnitten geloopt werden, treibende und monotone Beats, plötzlich verlangsamt sich das Band und läuft in normaler Geschwindigkeit weiter. Ein cooler Chorus mit verzerrten Vocals, und schon geht's weiter im Schnelldurchlauf durch die Brain-Damage-Achterbahn.
Ich könnte den Stil, den Musik und das Gefühl nicht besser beschreiben als Altmeister Tom Waits das tut: "And then there ist that guy named Bob Log (...). He's this little Kid - nobody ever knows how old he is - wears a motorcycle helmet and he has a microphone inside of it and he puts the glass over the front so you can't see his face, and plays slide guitar. It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying. I like people who glue macaroni onto a piece of cardboard and paint it gold. That's what I aspire to be basically."Sagt alles aus.
Blues Punk meets Slide Guitar. Außergewöhnlicher geht's nicht. Auf Dauer ist's leider sehr stressig. Aber in kleinen Dosen genossen wirkt's wunder und erweitert den musikalischen Horizont.


Masked bluesman Bob Log III has always been something of an enigmatic figure, and if you're looking for further examples of this then his brand-spanking new album 'My Shit is Perfect' doesn't disappoint. His lo-fi one-man-band aesthetic is surprisingly intriguing and despite delivering authentic swampy blues, there are enough idiosyncrasies to impress the more hardened critics amongst us. The bizarre, time-signature defying breakdown, 808 claps and snare of opening track 'Goddamn Sounds Good' blatantly oppose the traditional stylings one would expect to find on a record like this. The manic bluegrass stomp that follows grows crazier by the second and offers evidence enough that the man is not entirely normal. Who knows what exactly what he looks like beneath that somewhat intimidating helmet of his but either way one can rest assured – it's the face of a rather smug-looking talent indeed (Greg Reason).


"Woo! Happy Birthday Baby! Unh!" – So says Bob Log III on this album's title track, and the badass hopped-up blues guitar playing on this album will make you believe it. Recorded mostly at his house in Thornbury, Melbourne, this latest musical outpouring from Bob showcases some neat twists on his (surely, by now) familiar schtick of down-tuned fingerstyle slide guitar and a wild mix of programmed and foot-pedalled drums, distorted telephone vocals emanating from a dark helmet, his one-piece suit bedazzling as he is borne aloft on a rubber dinghy.
Whilst all this is obviously entertaining, the novelty of his act belies a guy who is schooled in the North Mississippi blues of Fred McDowell and has infused his playing with a hefty dose of flat out rock a la AC/DC and Motorhead. Opener Goddamn Sounds Good sets the scene: "Turn up my fucking guitar/ Goddamn, Sounds Good!" It is Bob's Silvertone stylings that have pride of place in the mix, duking it out with his frenetic kick drum while the vocals sit low enough that if you wanted to know what he was singing you'd have to buy a six-pack and make a night of it. This track is classic Bob, guitar party music, but a few tracks in things start to get a bit weirder still, and it's these songs that make for a more compelling listen.
Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump Pow! Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump Baby! Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump Pow! Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump is one such, the title of the song serving for both lyrical and rhythmical content, creating a wonderfully deranged groove, and Manipulate Your Figments (Serge Remix) gets downright elastic, it's droning porch riff bolstered by a slippery hip hop break. The standout track is Bumper Car, the spare percussion and the unmistakable sound of an extremely cheap guitar (or possibly a similarly priced ukelele) giving this weird little ditty a certain op-shop charm, and the odd progression wanders into Ween territory whilst exuding an unmistakable waft of Bob.
The up-tempo instrumentals Bucktooth Potato and Shinkansen Teh! bring the guitar to the fore, the latter a fierce workout against a drum-machine busting out beats that wouldn't be out of place in an early Metallica record – my first taste of thrash-blues, and I've gotta say it's invigorating. Bob signs off with an acoustic revamp of Goddamn Sounds Good which does what is says, capping an album which offers many distinct shades of Log – whilst there's nothing as immediately hooky as Log Bomb this record has what it takes to kick a party in the pants.