raw ragged garage rock with brilliant lyrics
A dusty left handed axe strangler cranking out raw ragged riffs from the prairie of Nebraska. Even the tornadoes run from mournful wailing of his tortured guitar. And that voice - it can bring down a hawk from 300 yards.
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Lol...I can relate to this! Everywhere we go turns out to be a corporate journey - there's no escaping it! Love the guitar playing.