(Neumos) Describing a musician as a "poor man's James Brown" may sound like damning with faint praise, but it's actually a huge compliment. (If I have to explain the world-historical greatness of James Brown to you in 2013, you've picked up the wrong paper/hit the wrong website.) To come close to replicating the hyperlibidinous funk, volcanic soul, and exposed-nerve balladry of Brown's A+ work is a difficult feat, to be sure. Which means that Lee Fields, a sixtysomething JB disciple to the bone, and his Expressions may be the closest thing in the entertainment world to witnessing the Godfather of Soul in the sweaty flesh right now. Give the epigone some, people.