Michael Landau - Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom sounds like it left the Morrison Hotel in 1970, got lost in Laurel Canyon, and finally found its way out onto Ventura Boulevard in 2017.

It suggests Joni Mitchell's heady brew of imagery laden words and mystical melodies as easily as it evokes Hendrix, Arthur Lee and Love's Forever Changes, and Buffalo Springfield. It is, however, above all, an album with a singular voice of its own. Have you ever been experienced? Well, this album will get you where you're going.