If Josh Homme was forced to play for food at the bottom of a Glaswegian well, we wouldn't be far off. As captive Homme recalls the Seventies and delivers dirty-lick-after-dirty-riff back up to his captors, he is thrown back down big, ole, splashy drums and trembling bass making
all of Scotland shake.
You will count two alt-rock lovers in Franklin, they're letting us all listen to their debut EP and it sounds like this...
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