The Gories 03 Charm Bag

Let’s give it a shot, I rarely finish them anyway… just Childish, maybe.

So here we go. Raise your straws, in order: the primordial Blues of the Delta, the one from moonshine, from juke joints, the one that could really kill you like Robert Johnson, then the loudest, rawest, most authentic Rock and Roll à la Screamin Jay Hawkins, followed by a Soul so Black that Mr Please Please Please nobly bowed down…
Ok, shake it all in your mouth and hock it up (what a noble image!!!) like the worst fucking punk would…
Where?! In a Dirty and Most Noble Garage in Detroit, where the hell else?!!

Mick Collins, I’m going to indulge in this NeGro hard and repeatedly.

The Gories. (1/6)