C.C. Adcock “C.C. Adcock” / <i> Island Records</i>

Guitarist’s guitarist Jimmie Vaughan has recently been singing the praises of yet another guitarist, C.C. Adcock. Listening to the young Louisiana native’s debut album, it’s easy to hear why. This is swampy, fevered stuff, the sort of music you’d want for a last dance if you were in a bayou roadhouse with zombies closing in on all sides. OK, maybe that isn’t in your weekend schedule, but it never hurts to be prepared.

Though still in his early 20s, Adcock has logged time on the road with Bo Diddley and Buckwheat Zydeco, and he’s adept at both making a fat guitar racket, as he does here on the Diddley-penned “Beaux’s Bounce,” and at laying back behind a zydeco accordion on the propulsive “Kissin’ Kouzans.”

That latter song is about the pleasures of Southern incest, and Adcock’s lyrics in general aren’t likely to garner any Good Housekeeping seals. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to place any great premium on diction, usually filtering his vocals through a murky distortion, as if they’d wafted in via Dr. John’s CB radio.

The guitar playing throughout is inspired, with hypnotic grooves and sizzling, surprise-filled solos. Adcock clearly has a command of blues roots but doesn’t hesitate to slice through them with a trashy fuzz-toned assault. The result is playing that is often wildly out of context with the musical setting, but his phrasing is so cool he always makes it fit. Check out the spluttering lines on the R&B; ballad “I’m Just a Fool to Care,” the whirling and swooping tones of “What I Like (Womens)” and the ultra-swampy “Couchemal.”