The Black Crowes

MUSIC SEEPS OUT of the streets in Memphis. It's everywhere, in bars and clubs, but also somehow just hanging in the air, almost as if the muddy Mississippi periodically overflowed its banks and spread a fine fertile layer of musical silt across the town, to nurture the next generation of players. It's one of the very few places where a musician can reveal his occupation and be accorded approval rather than suspicion, and it treats its honoured sons and daughters (mainly sons) with all due respect, if at times less taste than might be desirable.