By Virginia Reed
"At some point in time, Whitley's demons might just devour him up like Robert Johnson's fabled debt to Beelzebub. Let's all hope it's much later than sooner, but there's no denying that Whitley's intensely personal blues are dark and spiritually driven. Even in his raunchiest, Delta=soaked works, there's always Whitley's worn-down soul looking for some inkling of revelation. In the future, folks will discover that this album was a transitional release from him-a short (9 songs in 27 minutes) acoustic set where he peels back the studio gloss (which was in short supply anyway) in favor of a prayer between him and his maker. With just an acoustic slide guitar and a boot heel keeping time on a wooden floor, Whitley delivers these haunting words like a man on death row. The most emotional release of his career. And that's saying a lot."