A lone man sits behind a stripped down drum kit with a guitar at the ready. What issues forth from this unexpected configuration is sublime. Eagle Eye Williamson is Texan to the core. You can hear it in his molten voice, one that sounds like lonesome prairies and whiskey-soaked juke joints. You can hear it in the warm wash of his guitar, which he plays solely off the fret board, pulling and hammering each fuzzy lick. You can hear it in his songs, self-penned tunes that are redolent of blues-infused rock – think ZZ Top, Junior Kimbrough or Jimmy Reed. And when he’s played his last note, you’ll want more.