Jazz Gets a Blood Transfusion: James Blood Ulmer
Richard Cook, NME, 28 November 1981
JAMES BLOOD ULMER seemed faintly bemused by it all. Sat square in his little hotel chair like some Great Panjandrum surprised by a person of some impertinence, eyes rolling beneath his embroidered headgear, this amiable behemoth with a bonecrushing handshake gradually got his thoughts together: an awkward giant who decides he will talk, after all.
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