A blonde bombshell bad-girl beats seven shades of hell out of rawhide and hickory, while her quick-draw, cocksure cowboy friend unloads his smouldering six strings straight into your gut. Four fine and feisty, untamed tracks of dusty barroom brawl and bluster, best served up neat with moonshine and good times. Fat riffs, black quiffs, southern fried style with a snarl and a smile; mariachi blues wearing dead man’s shoes, with a head full of cheap liquor and a hard rock heart.