This two-disc compilation tells you what this Texas blues-rock pioneer was doing in the early-'70s pantheon and why his stay there was so brief. Winter's hailstorm licks would put blood on the fretboards of guitar students schooled in the comparatively anemic workouts of Southerners-like the Black Crowes and Blind Melon-who've risen since. But unlike such visionary peers as Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, Keith Richards, and Jimi Hendrix, Winter comes off as a one-trick pony whose talent was largely confined to gruffly slinging louder and faster than anyone else.

