THE GORIES -SMASHED

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 Delta Blues, the one of moonshine, of juke joints, the one that could really kill you like Robert Johnson, then the loudest, most abused and authentic Rock 'n' Roll à la Screamin Jay Hawkins, and following that a Soul so Black that Mr Please Please Please bowed down nobly...
Okay, shake it all in your mouth and hock it up (what a noble image!!!) like the worst fucking punk would…
Where?! In a filthy and most noble Garage in Detroit, where the hell else?!!

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

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