John Fahey was dead, but Jack Rose was alive, deep in an astounding run of records. Tompkins Square had launched its crucial compilation series, Imaginational Anthem, already in its second volume. But Sir Richard Bishop always seemed to be in a different world, or at least a different river. No, it still doesn’t sound like Fahey; it just sounds like Bishop, almost as wild as he’s ever been. These parts of Hillbilly Erotica demand to be played out and let loose, like that teenager who one day hopes to harness the volume of Marshall stacks.