Tom Waits: "And then there's this guy named Bob Log, you ever heard of him? He's this little kid - nobody ever knows how old he is - wears a motorcycle helmet and he has a microphone inside of it and he puts the glass over the front so you can't see his face, and plays slide guitar.

It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying.

I like people who glue macaroni on to a piece of cardboard and paint it gold. That's what I aspire to basically."BOB LOG III is back and his shit is perfect! Many have come, many have gone and many more have been forgotten.

Generations of young men have tried to sound like him, gene rations of young girls have sat on his knee and dipped their rosy nipples in his drink.and hell even Tom Waits wants to be like him.

Here's the man who started it all, the gran seniori, the don, the big daddy of one man bands - BOB LOG III gammit! Eons ago there was a band like none before and none since.

They played fierce amphetamine drenched blues punk with demented vigor, merging an urban skid row punk attitude with the archaic sounds of the Mississippi Delta and they were to be known the world ound as Doo Rag.

Out of this crazed slide blues punk mayhem evolved a 21st century space age Mississippi Fred Mc Dowell in a full body cannonball suit sporting a pilot's helmet with a built in telephone - this creature was introduced to our planet as BOB LOG III.

After a mysterious 4-year recording20break the master has returned and the world of primitive Rock ' Roll has a brand new anthem "My Shit is perfect!" Of course we shall also take time to introduce the band...

"On cymbals, left foot. Over here on the bass drum we got right foot. Shut up! This is my left hand that does all the slide work, right hand does the pickin'.

My mouth hole does most o' the talkin'. And you're looking at my finger. My finger is an asshole."