Although -- also known as -- made a few records in the '50s for tiny west coast labels like (much better known for releasing 's still-hilarious party albums), the New Orleans-born, San Francisco-based musician cut a much more notorious figure as one of the Bay Area's most visible and notorious pimps. After his role in the oddly fascinating 1999 documentary , got the chance to return to music when he was picked up by the -purist label . His second album for the label, 2004's , inadvertently shows why his secondary profession was more lucrative than his first: although he's an entirely adequate guitarist in the style, better with riffs than solos, 's singing voice is almost aggressively unpleasant. On the faster numbers, like the title track, sounds like an old-school version of the infamously pitch-challenged singer . Add in a tiredly salacious group of songs like and the umpteenth version of the playa classic and sounds like a new word needs to be coined for this sort of thing: how about "pimpsloitation"? ~ Stewart Mason