Quit the Women for the Blues

by Vin Mott

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Mott and his quartet are ready to make their mark on the world with his first effort as a solo blues artist, “Quit The Women For the Blues,” released February 3, 2017. The title track opens the album with a snap crack bang from drummer Andrei Koribanics setting up the groove for Sean Ronan (guitar), Dean Shot (upright, electric bass) before Mott joins with his full-throated growl and scorching blues harp. New Jersey working bluesman Vin Mott and his band are undoubtedly versed in the ways of Chester Burnett. You’ll swear you just set the needle down on a Chess records vinyl from 1952.
The ten original tracks, all written and arranged by Vincent Michael Mott, draw heavily from the heroes of Chicago and Memphis blues, paying homage to originators such as James Cotton, Little Walter, Junior Parker, Muddy Waters, and Howlin’ Wolf, while adding the band’s own flare and modern sensibility. The sound is live and raw, ballsy and guttural, a true testament to the 12-bar blues form with every instrument in the band working together to find the perfect groove. Mott’s lyrics are angry, sometimes sarcastic, written with urgency, and a nothing to hide no holding back attitude.

‘Don’t Make Me Laugh’ is scathing rebuke of a hard-headed women and ‘The Factory’ is a lowdown blues for the modern times. Ronan becomes the reincarnation of Elmore James and the rhythm section digs a shuffle groove a mile deep allowing Mott to spell out his blues philosophy ‘I’m A Filthy Man.’ Mott’s harp howls that lonesome whistle call and sets up the tempo for the relentless beat of ‘Freight Train.’ He then plants his tongue firmly in cheek on the slinky time shifting rhumba/swing ‘I Wanna Get Ruff With You.’ Mott does let his sweet side show in the original ballad ‘Living The Blues.’ The quartet swings for the fences closing out the set with ‘Hott Mott’s Theme,’ a showcase of the bands formidable chops and fiery style.

Rick J Bowen, via Blind Raccoon

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released February 3, 2017

Vin Mott - vocals, harmonica
Sean Ronan - guitar
Dean Shot - bass
Andrei Koribanics - drums
Phil Silverberg - organ

Phil Silverberg, James Stivaly - engineers
Phil Silverberg - mix/master
Phil Silverberg, Ryan Cherchio - album art

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Track Name: Quit the Women (For the Blues)
I done quit the womens, baby, for a little thing called the Blues
Aint no changing my ways, baby, there aint nothing you can do

I don’t miss the fighting, I don’t miss the old ball and chain
Just as long as I got blues music Ill be going on down the lane

Aint got no one to talk with, just keep spinning 33’s
Its been so long, honey, since I had someone to please
Track Name: Make Up Your Mind
Make up your mind
im sick and tire of waiting
for you to make up your mind

well i got myself a new baby
prettiest thing ive seen
but when she goes on home i feel all alone
she aint telling him where she's been
make up your mind
im sick and tired of waiting
for you to make up your mind

she tells me that she loves me
and it makes me feel alright
but when she holds his hand i start to understand
i aint getting no lovin tonight
make up your mind
im sick and tired of waiting for you to make up your mind

my heart beats like a motor
8 thousand rpm
but its torture to think and it makes me drink
when she talk about her other man
make up your mind
im sick and tired of waiting
for you to make up your mind
Track Name: Don't Make Me Laugh
Your a do-nothing baby, do nothing for me
You the laziest bitch i ever did see
dont you make me laugh, dont you make me laugh
you've been acting real funny, baby, dont you make me laugh

I give you a job, you don't want the pay
you'd rather sit on your ass every single day
dont you make me laugh, dont you make me laugh
you've been acting real funny, baby, dont you make me laugh

You talk and talk right behind my back
then its “all my fault” when i counterattack
dont you make me laugh, dont you make me laugh
you've been acting real funny, baby, dont you make me laugh

you never move an inch every time I pass
even the couch is tired of that ass
dont you make me laugh, dont you make me laugh
you've been acting real funny, baby, dont you make me laugh
Track Name: I'm a Filthy Man
Gonna walk on down baby, and be a filthy man for you
my love aint sanitary and i dont know what to do

like a dirty old garbage can, I'm gonna linger in the air
im a get my filth up on ya anytime anywhere

dont toss me out your window, like some rubbish on the street
give me a good hard scrubbing baby, and make me something nice to eat

im a filthy man baby, and i love to be that way
i keep hoping and im praying that you'll come home with me someday
Track Name: The Factory
Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
Cant do no cocaine, that’s what I need
Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
This livings aint much living, Ive been beaten down by the factory

Ive been working all around the clock
Ive been working all around the clock
Got stuck on 3rd shift, man, what a shock
Ive been working all around the clock
This livings aint much living, Ive been beaten down by the factory

Gonna get me a pistol, gonna shoot the boss
Gonna get me a pistol, gonna shoot the boss
And I wont be sorry for nobody’s loss
Gonna get me a pistol, gonna shoot the boss
This livings aint much living, Ive been beaten down by the factory

Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
Cant do no cocaine, that’s what I need
Cant drink no whiskey, cant smoke no weed
This livings aint much living, Ive been beaten down by the factory
Track Name: Freight Train
she my baby, you know she tuff as nails
she kiss me like a freight train riding down the rails

she my baby, you know she wild at heart
she explode like a fire cracker, i wish we’d never part

dont give her no lip, cut that jive
she get ornery like a shook-up bee hive
she my baby, you know she love me right
she aint afraid to get her hands dirty, aint afraid to start a fight

she got switchblade eyes, and shotgun thighs
stay away from my girl if you know whats wise
she my baby, you know she true to me
she got the devil inside, mean as she can be
Track Name: I Wanna Get Ruff with You
When I was on the ground
you pushed me around
you kicked me out the dog house
and ended in the pound
I wanna get rough with you, baby
for the way yous been treating me

you scratched me in the ear
and bit me in the rear
Im gonna get you, baby
if i have to wait all year
I wanna get rough with you, baby
for the way yous been treating me

I gave you all my money
just like i was being mugged
im gonna treat you, baby
just like you'd treat a thug
I wanna get rough with you, baby
for the way you s been treating me
Track Name: Ol' Greasy Blues
Yous a fine, sweet little mama, a pins-and-needles chick
got your brand on me baby, like glue to you Ill stick

give me one, good reason baby, why I should leave you be
yous a high octane woman, you belong with me

Im just a begging, bull dog baby, sniffing around your block
and i wanna teach you baby, just how to reel and rock

I wanna make, love to you baby, thats all I wanna do
anytime any day, Ill make love to you

Im gonna quit, drinkin baby, tell me whats the use
when you high all the time on them Ol’ Greasy Blues
Track Name: Living the Blues
I aint got no more love songs
Left in my veins
I’ve been riding for too long
In the breakdown lane
I’m living the blues, I’ve been misused
And treated so bad

If she smiles like lightning
The thunders sure to come
No sense in sticking ‘round
And playing dumb
I’m living the blues, I’ve been misused
And treated so bad

I can’t play no more records
I can’t go outside
The thought of that woman
Makes me angry inside
I’m living the blues, I’ve been misused
And treated so bad