The underbelly of Howlin' Wolf's catalogue is a place of lust, desperation and cruelty. If the godforsaken groans and muddy thump punctuating “Mr. Airplane Man” don't send shivers down your spine, then the paranoia soaking the lurching “Commit a Crime” will. Wolf really cuts loose on “Streamline Woman”—Chicago blues shot through with dirty guitar and even dirtier thoughts.