They've got a hard bluesy swagger that would be a hit at any worthy down-n-dirty dive bar and the sort-a electrified garage scum that ain't apologetic. Led by gal-guy but-mostly-gal power couple who are into black eyes, Sunday routines, etc. Guy, adequate axe-shredder he may be, kinda just shouldn't sing. Tunes, though oft-fun, tend to lean towards generic, shrill, campy. "Rodeo Chica", just a big ol roundup of corny.
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