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Label: Touch And Go
Year: 1995
The ultimate in backwoods burl chic. Slowly macheteing their way through a briar patch of redneck fantasy with psychotic intent and stale cigarette breath. Going for a sort of "if the cannibal family from Texas Chainsaw Massacre started a musical revue, this could very well have been the house band" type of feel.
I would say that "they don't make 'em like this anymore", but I'm not real certain they made too much of 'em before Killdozer. Ugly music for ugly people.
DL
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