First volume in series collecting slow-grind, swing, and sleaze tracks -- the soundtrack to a smoky late-night bar in Chicago, or a hot Sunday afternoon down at the Popcorn. If you feel the cold sweat of soul, and the cool chills of haunted crooners singing out their final swan song, or the sinful shakes of R&B in its twilight years, then you have a bad case of Slow Grind Fever. This is a collection of haunting, hungry, heartbroken humdingers full of swing, sway and sleaze, with obscure B-sides sitting next to some of these great artists' last outings on wax. Dig!
