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Though indebted to such wallet-chained heroes as the Reverend Horton Heat and Hoosegow, these rabble rousers make no secret of their affinity for Bob Stinson-era Replacements. Overdriven, clanking blues riffs, ham-fisted bashing, and shredded, Paul Westerberg-flavored vocals wrecklessly handle the rousing of said rabbles.
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