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Rob Jungklas
Arkadelphia (MADJACK Records)
By: Mark A. Lawrence the IV
 Think if a Blues Master struck blind by whiskey wrote the book of Revelations. Think if Heaven was a farm In Arkansas with fields open wide, and Hell was a junkyard thick with the ghosts of Cadillac's and Pickup trucks where a cold wind always blows. Now listen to Rob Jungklas' Arkadelphia, and what you hear will make you a believer of possibilities. This haunting album is Blues cooked up like meth with Jungklas' gravel voice, a musical canvas that moves from spars to complicated, and lyrics strait from the journal of a drunk preacher wandering to face his demons alone. This is a journey in music with a rhythm heavy like feet on gravel roads in "Drunk Like Son House" and "Soul of Arkadelphia" and desperate in "Hell and Helena" and "The Holy Spirit" as if building to a mad pursuit. "Human Cannonball" and "Poker Face" offer reflective moments on this album amongst a lineup that conveys a frustration to understand something so big it threatens to crack the skull. This album is worth getting just for the experience of listening to it. You can hear Jungklas rip every word and note right from his gut and by the end you can feel a tear in your own soul. Rating: A.
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