If you’re a blues fiend and like Keb Mo’ and Eric Clapton, or if you’re a punker and like the Clash and Ramones, you’ll probably hate Alex Gomez. Yet, if you like R.L. Burnside and Hound Dog Taylor, or Bob Log III and the Black Keys, artists to whom critics compare Alex Gomez, well then, welcome to the party. Not one to burn bridges, but rather to nuke them, Alex Gomez penetrates the gap between genres, plunging like a roller coaster ride deep into the heart of the Punk Blues experience. Amidst distorted electric slide guitar, Alex Gomez testifies like a man weary of shouting truth. Standing at a crossroads where careless love, sordid sex and intemperate substance abuse collide, Alex Gomez conjures the venerable Delta/Chicago blues ghost with ruthless irreverence. Its specter haunts a purgatory teeming with jaded strippers, avaricious call girls, strung-out junkies, and other fallen angels. Blasphemously challenging the status quo, Alex Gomez simultaneously fascinates initiates whilst infuriating purists.