A long time between drinks for Keith Richards solo albums, the last one was 23 years ago, and he's even used the same band for this checklist of the usual ragged blues, low slung rock'n'roll and even a dodgy Gregory Isaacs reggae cover.
That aside, the quality quota is high across the board. Opening with rough and raw acoustic blues he heads off into deep swaggering rhythm and blues and tender weathered ballads, sounding more Dylan-esque than ever in his voice. The temptation is to wonder what this would sound like as a Stones album with Jagger leading the charge, but Richards is defiantly himself and surprisingly on form on Crosseyed Heart.
