The Gories Six Cold Feet

Let’s give it a try, I hardly ever finish them anyway… just Childish, maybe.

So here we go. Raise your straws, in order: the primordial Blues of the Delta, the one of moonshine, of juke joints, the one that could really kill you like Robert Johnson, followed by the loudest, most battered and authentic Rock 'n' Roll à la Screamin' Jay Hawkins, and then a Soul so Black that Mr. Please Please Please graciously bowed down…
Okay, shake it all up 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 else?!!

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

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