Seth Kauffman

The funky, closely stitched guitar flow underlining “Black Biscuit” isn’t the only thing this truncated wonder has going for it — Kauffman spoons in gyrating tambourines, chock-chock cowbells, and exultant, soulful heys — but the über-groovy, precision rhythmic riffing is what sticks to the mental ribs, invites stabs at the rewind button, and makes you wish the damn thing were a lot longer than two minutes twenty seconds.