It wasn't long ago, music had balls. Rhythms used to lurch, guitars used to twang and snarl, and singers used to howl. And when things got safe and boring, this album crawled its way out of the backwoods muck to haunt those that tried to dispose of its body. A front porch Jesus Lizard and a tool shed Cramps, the same dirt road leads to both. Don't send a letter though because the post office don't go up there anymore.
(download free album from MediaFire - link broken)
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