Damn fine up and at you rock-a-hula from Jennifer, indeed you are probably all so over ‘black cat’ having bopped till your feet fell off to its primitive huffing and puffing ghost blues chug, but hey we’re not so bullish to admit some times nuggets sneak beneath our radar. This bad boy tunes its frenzied radar to a vintage grooving of the type so much adored over at the Dirty Waters sound house to emerge from a vacant shadow left by the Jim Jones Revue. Howling stuff. 

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