4 or five guys looking for liquor, love and laughs. . . then writing songs about it. brought together in new orleans by hook and by crook, the wrecks make a moody, muddy, almost moist music. They have a rhythm that smolders like a slow landfill fire, with the words askew and the music muggy. Playing high and low, and by using whatever is left over from the night before, they tear into their sounds, (which are somewhat found), with an emotional ferocity few have mastered! Come hear for yourself that witty and charming band about town. . .

	random samples of love seen as boyfriend replicas so, frank and i are in a bar, in walks his ex with a guy that looks just like frank, we all laffed like mad, then i went home and wrote this song, (or maybe it's just something else entirely), 3 minutes and 3 seconds of pop majesty...		Pop Rock
	(you had to open) pandora's box this was some words the brain threw at me. i just added a few treatments to a tune i had runnin' around the wreckroom and whalla!		Rock

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