At first, the pronoun shifts are disorienting; it's not often that you hear a bluesman singing about his or, rather, "His" arms. But a completely redeemed blues singer makes sense. The Rev. Jimmie Bratcher (by day, associate pastor of a church in St. Joseph) sings about moments in the life of a formerly desperate man the moments of being blinded, bruised and broken and then making that honest (and answered) plea for help. Bratcher proves that when Jesus steps in, there's still plenty to wail about. The best songs from his new Red are just plain, blessed blues tunes, from the gritty Texas sound of "Bad Religion" to the wrath of God-driven "I See Red." (The good Lord, when ticked off, is way scarier than any devil.) Bratcher may be a preacher man, but he doesn't lose a speck of that part of Sunday morning that's by rights still Saturday night.