These guys have more lives than a cat.
They sound like Bo Diddly, CCR, Joe South, and the Yardbirds, ham fisted into a food processor, stuffed into a shotgun shell, and blasted into a beer keg at three in the morning… in Faron Young’s rumpus room. Yeah-That’s it!
It all started with Jerry Raney’s desperate youth as a hellion, blowin’ ‘round El Centro California. Between stealing onions from farmers in Holtville and walking cross ties to Brawley, Jerry started hanging out in various hobo camps, learning the guitar. After sponging…
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