So stripped down. The lone acoustic slide guitar joined a few phrases later by that smooth slide electric and another electric way in the background punctuating at just the right moments providing reverby punch, barely discernible but vital to the overall sound. Then Mick comes in singing in that perfect southern drawl (Mick the Englishman is more country than country) and the three guitars are singing right along with him in that way that only a delta slide guitar can (Come On In My Kitchen is the best example of this style, especially as performed by David Bromberg), and then all of a sudden there's this simple, occasional kick drum punctuating the ends of the phrases and the most austere use of a high hat, throw in a few more sloppy harmonizing singers and the whole thing is backphrased (like a Willie Nelson song) to that point of feeling just barely out of sync but it never falls behind. It drags and pushes and pulls and the listener has nothing to do but sing along and cry. So stripped down, so pure and simple, and yet how many bands could get away with it? This is an example of perfect performance.
This whole album is really damned good.