There is something wrong with Thermos Malling. Maybe growing up in strip-mall Phoenix did him in. Forming the melted-delta meta-blues duo Doo Rag -- in which he played drums on things as various as film reels, horse troughs and suitcases -- may have warped him. Perhaps creating a vocal-amplification device made of vacuum-cleaner hose and a telephone microphone for his Doo Rag cohort Bob Log was what did the permanent damage. Or it could have just been the unforgiving Tucson sun. Whatever the active ingredient in his innovative derangement, fans of the sonic eclecticism he... More >>>