By the end of “Lord, I Seen Evil,” his first song of the set, I’m fairly certain Flip Cassidy is going to die onstage (and as sad as that would be  at the very least we’ll get some more use out of the pits of quick lime East Jesus keeps in reserve for the agents   Read More …

Why is it when life imitates art, it invariably leaves all the cool shit behind that made it art in the first place? I am talking about an honest-to-god Footloose scenario in a small community in the middle of the desert that mercilessly cuts out Kevin Bacon anger-dancing over the nearest sand dune and replaces   Read More …

My god, really? They come into the desert late, the last minute of the eleventh hour and all, but you know how musicians are and I never heard of these guys but with a name like Orphan in the Afterlife I am damn well expecting leather-straining Norwegians with too many fücking ümlaüts in their fücking   Read More …