It had been almost 10 years between 1977’s Playin’ Up A Storm and 1986’s I’m No Angel, a decade beset by familiar Allman tropes (drugs, bad marriages, the inability to hold a band together).
Epic Records gave him the chance to resurrect his career with the solid if not especially crafted I’m No Angel album. It worked, too, even if the rough-hewn Allman charm was a thing of the past, his band sported mullets and the keyboard-heavy production mirrored the times. Two years later, he’d attempt the same trick with Just Before The Bullets Fly, but it lacked the easy charm of its predecessor. The title track wasn’t without merit, but it was a thin affair compared to the original I’m No Angel template that Allman had set himself.
