
One-man band Bob Log III comes across like a creative loose cannon, firing off in so many directions—back-porch blues, trailer-trash boogie and junkyard rockabilly—that it’s impossible to dismiss him as novelty. With crude slide guitar (accompanying himself on bass drum and cymbal while wearing a microphone-equipped motorcycle helmet) and uttering ravings like “Hey, you’ve got your boob in my scotch,” he’s Mendelson Joe mixed with the inspired lunacy of Wild Man Fischer. No wonder Tom Waits is a fan.