James Leg (a.k.a. John Wesley Meyers), growler, shouter, composer, and Fender Rhodes finger-f*cker, of the Black Diamond Heavies, steps out with some friends for more songs of hedonistic excess, crazy ass women, and Southern salvation.
On “Solitary Pleasure” he is joined by longtime friend and Cincinnati heavy hitter Andy Jet Jody (The Gazelles, Pearlene, The Long Gones, The Customs, Oxford Cotton, Barrence Whitfield & The Savages) on drums, and a host of guest musicians on guitar, saxophone, bass and backing vocals.
The album was recorded in Murfreesboro, TN, during a record cold snap, in the oldest standing church in Rutherford County, now the home of an all -analog studio called Grand Palace Studio.
The result was then rushed up to Detroit and mixed by Jim Diamond at Ghetto Recorders.
Heavy conditions give birth to heavy records.
Rock and Soul all night long.
Some of the filthiest, most driving soul/jazz/blues-powered rock 'n' roll since T-Model Ford's debut. - NO DEPRESSION
Leg howls and growls, as he describes his vocal approach in the liner notes, through the hard luck “Nobody’s Fault” (“I blew all my dough / I ain’t got no place to go”), the haunted, smoky (ha) “Drowning in Fire” and the album’s emotional centerpiece, “Drinking Too Much”, which feels especially torn from Small Change‘s tales of booze, denial and regret: “Go on and pack your bags and leave / You tell me that I’m drinking too much. . . / Don’t you think that I know it myself?” With Leg’s desperate, sozzled delivery, the tune is truly heartbreaking. Long live rock and soul and pianos and devil horns. - POPMATTERS
For any fan of The Black Diamond Heavies there is no need to “try before you buy”. You’re gonna love the album. For anyone who’s ever felt BDH was a tad too lo-fi/in your face for your musical tastes it’s time to give James Leg a chance cause, for ninebullets, it’s Essential Listening. - NINE BULLETS
Solitary Pleasure gives Leg the opportunity to tap the breaks. As tempos grind down, melodies long held underground rub their tired eyes in the light of day, and Leg seems to revel in the freedom afforded by this, showing greater emotion and ambition than one might believe based solely on his output with BDH. Nobody’s Fault is an almost disturbingly poignant number that pert near finds Leg sniffing radio fare, and could have easily slipped onto Waits’ Closing Time or Warren Zevon’s self-titled record without drawing fire. – MOKB
Leg establishes himself in the style of an early era Leon Russell merged with some acute punk sensibilities. His keyboard work is both raw and multi-textured bringing a force of sound that clears the dust off your speakers. Like Russell, Leg also brings in a healthy dose of gospel fire that delivers another fervent level to the proceedings. – Jim Markel / SWAMPLAND
Solitary Pleasure is ingrained with James Leg’s extensive knowledge of the rock and roll canon and the album displays his passion and originality to full effect. Granted, Leg’s gargled-with-goat vocal style could be an acquired taste, but it’s also a quality instrument that, like his keyboard work, will prove powerful, yet supple and dextrous over the course of the album. Imagine Tom Waits doing Bobby "Blue" Bland covers. – DEEP BLUES
Though the first two songs are heavy numbers—”Do How You Wanna” even adds a guitar—Leg is exploring other rootsy styles for the rest of the album, mostly with self written tunes. From the saloon lament of “Nobody’s Fault” accompanied by only a slightly out of tune piano to the heavily amped romp of Link Wray’s “Fire And Brimstone” that rivals the Neville Brothers’ version, Solitary Pleasure has more soul. – S. Victor Aaron / SOMETHING ELSE!
If James Leg’s record sounds uncannily like the guy who sings for the Black Diamond Heavies it’s because he’s John Wesley Myers of that same band. Solitary Pleasure dips into common musical paint pots (bluesy keyboards, greasy soul and raucous garage), mixes in a bit more pop and splatters the lot over a wide canvas. – The Barman / I-94 BAR
As the inside cover photo shows, James Leg is the pseudonym for John Wesley Myers, lead singer, keyboardist, and head maniac for the Black Diamond Heavies, a band on my short list of “Bands the World Needs to Get Its Head out Of Its Ass and Hear.” – Jim Sells / VIVOGIG
Working outside the confines of his regular band [Black Diamond Heavies] finds Leg tapping into his extraordinary talent in ways that will leave listeners wondering why the hell he isn’t already on constant iPod rotation. Solitary Pleasure is a solid, great album. In fact, whether or not you’ve ever heard Black Diamond Heavies, this new CD is a must for local music enthusiasts—or even those who didn’t know that a talent like James Leg walks our streets. – Chuck Crowder / CHATTANOOGA PULSE
The sound, solidified by Myers’ other bands The Black Diamond Heavies and The Immortal Lee County Killers, is now clearly its own musical movement. This generation is reinterpreting its roots, and the musical world is a better place for this fresh take on the blues. – Tanya Rezak / WE HEARD THAT
It’s a record that recreates the in-your-face feel of being in a hot, sweaty, crowded club while Leg and his drummer Andrew Jody pound out some hot, rockin’ blues and soul stylings (…) A great soundtrack to the party, whether it’s the one going down in your living room or the one going on inside your head. – GUTTERCANDY