China Moondogs

Another night at that murky tavern in Doomtown, Hellnation. We've got our audience ready: whiskey barrels and debauched souls, opium-driven pirates and insidious preachers. The Moondogs go onstage and the fuzz fest begins. Reverb drenched sins scatter like marbles across the tavern, shipped from the subconscious of murderers and hookers, delivered to the inebriated crowd. "Those goddamn China Moondogs" someone yells "this music can eat you alive!"