Alvin Youngblood Hart (Hannibal) How refreshing to hear something other than the boy-band, Euro-pop or Canto-pop nonsense which seem to make up the bulk of new releases. And what a relief to find a bluesman not stifled by the omnipresence of questionable legends like Eric Clapton and B.B. King, and one who can give his music that oomph which elevates the blues above the turgid. Alvin Youngblood Hart's daddy, in another life, must have been Rory Gallagher, because Hart seems natural heir to the unpretentious, blues-based rock of the lamented Irishman, playing a similar strain which doesn't wander into any misplaced reverence for the genre. Hart takes his output further, however, visiting the provinces of country and western, soul, acid jazz, space, roots and R&B, and ends up with an unlikely pizza of musical flavours that should sound as appealing as a cats' chorus, but which in fact works spectacularly. The entire package is a winner: no trowelling of image, no manufacturing of personality, no creation of an act to satisfy a niche market . . . just excellent playing.