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Third in a long and respectable line of lumberjacks with names a bit too apt for the job, Bob Log III hails from Tucson, Ariz., where the total lack of trees has forced him to abandon the family trade and take off into the stratosphere in search of new ecosystems to obliterate.
So he's hung up the family chain saw for a slide guitar, kick drum and high-altitude aviator's helmet, and makes slippery and sleazy blues. Bob Log could be anyone under that helmet: a twisted malcontent riffing out the sounds of solitary sex and subtle hysterics or a freak of nature, emerging from a cloud of spent bourbon fumes.
On his tour of Japan, his Tokyo stop brings him to Shibuya, where there are no trees and plenty of bad air to be sucked through that trademark oxygen hose. Track 2 on Bob's newest album, "Trike" is sure to be a big hit live. Believe you me, unless you own a banjo and call yourself "Mississippi Joe," this sort of spectacle ain't likely to cross your path again. The song is called "Clap Your Tits," a sprightly tune with self-explanatory percussion techniques, the delivery of which will most definitely be as much fun to watch as it is to hear.