For many people, the word "Florida" conjures up images of sunshine, white-hot sands, and white-hot nightlife. That's not the Florida inhabits. Sounding forth from his ancestral home 40 miles outside of Jacksonville, 's Florida is inhabited by water moccasins, gators, and characters whose murky, besotted Southern Gothic pasts match the dreary, desolate landscape. On , his third album and debut for (of course), and his bandmates revisit the hallowed but largely forsaken musical environs of . Taking their cues from early and , play a slinky, sinuous brand of Louisiana - , while himself alternates between the good ol' boy debauchery of and the classic entreaties of . There are highlights everywhere. quotes from 's incomparable stomp before morphing into the dirty of finds in pleading mode, complete with spot-on horns and swirling Wurlitzer, while the funkfest of and the gorgeous, showcase both the band's undeniable chops and 's raw vocal prowess. There are a few missteps. The dirge-like another of 's back-porch family stories, drones on a little too long, and the closer, limps toward the finish line. But those are minor quibbles. is a down-and-dirty delight, and a fine addition to the canon. ~ Andy Whitman