Oh, hell, yeah. If I could find a slab like this every day for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man. Some scorching old school country and western here and both sides are great and, unbelievably, this disc appears to be pretty much unknown. Yes, Mr. Stewart isn’t shy about telling you that he has shrapnel in both legs and God help you if you are a draft-card burning commie! Flip it over and you have an anti-corruption tirade directed at a judge on the take. Good stuff and perhaps I’ll subject you to more of this guy’s works in the future—he had a few others.