Album Review: Power To The PeepHole by Cat B’lues
Released in 1998 under Interim Records, Power To The PeepHole is a gritty, soulful journey through the veins of Blues Rock. Hailing from the US, Cat B’lues delivers an album that feels raw yet refined, blending the heartfelt grit of blues with the electric kick of rock. It’s not reinventing the wheel, but it sure spins it with style.
The album kicks off with “Origin Of Love,” and let me tell ya, it grabs you by the collar from the first note. The guitar riffs are sharp enough to cut glass, while the vocals carry this raspy, lived-in tone that makes you feel like you’re sitting in some smoky bar at 2 a.m. What sticks with me most about this track? The lyrics—they’re simple but hit hard, like a punch you didn’t see coming but kinda needed. There’s a raw honesty here that doesn’t try too hard to impress; instead, it just lets the music breathe.
Another standout is “Sweetest Frustration.” If frustration had a soundtrack, this would be it. The bassline groans and growls like it’s got a bone to pick, while the harmonica adds this haunting layer that clings to your brain long after the song ends. You can almost picture Cat B’lues leaning into the mic, sweat dripping as he belts out lines that ache with longing and defiance. This tune isn’t just heard—it’s felt, deep in your chest.
Other tracks like “Don’t Mess” bring the swagger, and “Avery’s Lullaby” offers a softer, introspective moment amidst the chaos. But honestly, it’s the way these songs weave together that makes Power To The PeepHole worth revisiting. Sure, there are moments where things get a little repetitive, but hey, sometimes repetition feels less like laziness and more like stubborn determination—a theme that seems to run through this entire album.
In a world obsessed with polish and perfection, Cat B’lues reminds us why imperfection can be so damn compelling. By the time you reach “All Fall Down,” the closing track, you might find yourself wondering how something so rough around the edges can still feel so complete. Maybe that’s the magic of blues rock—it doesn’t need to tie everything up neatly to make sense.
So yeah, if you’re looking for music that punches you in the gut and then hands you a whiskey shot to dull the pain, give Power To The PeepHole a spin. Just don’t expect fireworks—this one burns slow, like embers glowing in the dark. And who knows? You might just walk away humming “Sweetest Frustration” for days, wondering why life feels a little heavier—and lighter—all at once.
