There's a banjo, a fiddle, a drum set littered with gas cans, chains & broken cymbals. Five guys howling & stomping, it's an anachronistic jug band party in a junkyard with sing-along hooks & weathered vocals from another time. And they make people dance. At a rock show in NYC no less! Part southern gothic spiritual, part moonshine fueled hoedown, these recordings, now presented with new remixes done by the band are a timeless addition to the canon of weird old America. It's an infectious sound; unique & wonderfully raw, but with the power to pull in even the most jaded music fanatic.
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