Grab yer shitkickers, yer nuthuggers & yer best flannel shirt, 'cuz THE KIN's comin' to town. You can bet yer sweet ass that they'll be tossin' mud & kickin' shit with their genuine brand of beer soaked rock n' roll, born & brewed in the hills of West Virginny. These boys is crazier 'an a three peckered billy goat & once they take the stage, there's bound to be a neckfight. The presence of the Reverend Bubba Jub Wesley Festis alone is enough to set yer panties on fire. Backed by Skillet, pickin' fiddle on ol' Karen Murphy, Grits brew-talizing four strings of freedom & Hamhock, skinnin' hides to lay the foundation. "Southern Rock From The North", an uplifting sermon with a downhome groove that will have yer hands a clappin' and yer feet a stompin'. So if yer fixin' to be hogtied or just facedown in snakewater, head on down yonder to the Wilderkin show, guaranteed to rock yer ass & leave you drunker n' fuck !..
