kicked out of nashville into the swamps of mississippi roll superstar donkey donkey....fractured melodies inspired by cheap cocaine and whiskey, punk rock tapes, and country 78s...these pill poppin’ train hoppin’ good time boys could pass for keith richard’s bastard young if they could pull their faces off the barstool floor long enough to be seen...cousins ming and eugene donkey will leave you hollarin’ through the bottom of yer glass for more or passed out on the floor depending on your tolerance...either way the next morning’s hang-over will be well worth it.
