Let's give it a try, come on, I hardly ever finish them anyway... only Childish, perhaps.
So here we go. Raise your straws in order: the primordial Delta Blues, the kind of moonshine, the juke joints, the one that would really kill you like Robert Johnson, followed by the loudest, most violent and authentic rock 'n' roll à la Screamin' Jay Hawkins, and then a Soul so Black that Mr. Please Please Please nobly bowed down...
Okay, shake it all in your mouth and spit it out (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 deeply indulging in this NeGro, over and over again.
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