The Black Crowes’ early-90s masterpiece The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion took eight days to record. Hearing it left you wondering why other bands took so long to make records not even half as good. A Pound Of Feathers, hot on the heels of 2024’s marvellous Happiness Bastards, required a leisurely 10 days. Perhaps the Crowes rested on the seventh day, saw all they had made, and beheld that it was very good indeed.
Out of the traps they fly, roaring and snorting with Profane Prophecy. On one side you have Rich Robinson, honours graduate from Keef university, on guitar but funkier than the master has been in decades. On the other, his brother Chris extolling us to “Come on!”, declaring it’s all “Right on!”, and boasting of his ‘degree in debauchery’, having ‘slept all night in a hollow log’ before scoffing ‘a casino breakfast off the kitchen floor’. What more could anyone ask from a rock’n’roll song?
