Northern Lightning Racket from handsome hillbilly winos. Cack-handed spiritual cackophany of the most selfish kind. Nothing too political and nothing too clever. Sniggering dullards adrift on tides of their own psychic sewage. Too legit to quit, Too shit to give one. This shower of Teenage Mutant Ditch Dwellers don't even need the journalistic jizz-fisting they're bound to receive from the worlds music press. Their sneering attempts to make friends with their instruments are matched only by their retarded ambition and sloppy trousers. Ludicrous hyper-bollocks doesn't do justice to this smelly assortment of lunatic half-wits. Live everyday like there's no yesterday.
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