Mister Sweet WhisperSurreal, layered, Lynchian visions by Birmingham, Alabamas septuagenarian poet and storyteller, Johnny Coley. On his Mississippi Records debut, Coley takes a completely improvised and semi hallucinatory journey down decrepit southern trucking routes, gaslit Victorian alleys, past a small frame house transparent with fire, and by women arguing on the cobblestones outside a darkened club in Rome (you could only see their lips).