"Guitar Gabriel is dead — gone nearly three years. He was a blues man who didn't attain the fame of Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, B.B. King or any of the other kings of the blues. When he was 45, in 1970, he almost cracked the big time with a single, "The Welfare Blues," but he then quickly faded into obscurity. The late Mr. Gabriel — Robert Jones to his boyhood friends — has been given another chance with the release of an excellent dozen-song disc of original blues. It's too late for him but not for those of us who are still breathing air. On this disc, the namesake of that earlier Gabriel can also tear down walls. His voice has a resigned, weary quality that talks its way through his melodies at an easy walking tempo. Although his was a good voice, it was his guitar playing that distinguished him. On his steel string acoustic, Gabriel fingerpicked in a rare style that mixes rhythm and melody. For a quick point of reference, think of the hippie-picker-grown-old, David Bromberg. The liner notes, consisting of John Creech's well-written short story about meeting Guitar Gabriel, is the prize in this crackerjack album." - Dan Aquilante, New York Post