11. Howlin’ WolfThe Definitive Collection
Another childhood record that my mum was into. It permeated the house when she was cooking. There’s something about childhood records that are private – there’s not necessarily a logical connection, but he’s someone I’ve come to admire more and more the older I get. His voice is so guttural and there’s no veneer on it, it connects directly to the core. I never get tired of it. I feel like I’m going to love his music forever.
