Can U Cook?
It does what it says on the can.
You were expecting a mess of Miley Cyrus bangers perhaps? Get the fuck outta here! As the man Steve himself says, “Can U Cook? was made down south, way down south, as far south as you can go and still have your boots in America. I luv it and I’m hoping y’all like it too.”
What the fuck is there not to like about Steve’s ninth studio album? Boogie? Check. Blues? Check. More boogie? Check. Slide guitar? Check. Blues? Check. Americana? Check. Folk music? Check. Finger-pickin’ guitar and old-school bluesy laments on Sun On My Face? Check. Wailing harmonica? Check. Jools Holland must be creaming himself.
Written and recorded in a converted ice house on the dock in Key West, Florida,
Steve is sounding as homely and authentic as any late-come convert could possibly want: all the extraneous shit removed, just guitar, voice and the occasional thud of percussion from Crazy Dan.
As Steve laments on Last Rodeo, ‘When the last cowboy/ rides the last rodeo/I hope I will be long gone/cos I don’t want to know/What a world that will be/ Not for me.’ There’s sunshine in his swagger.