...taking equal parts of old bluegrass from the older weirder tymes that had become hep and prevalent due in no short part to bob zimmermans basement foray during the fall of 1967 and timeless reefered ballads these cats came up with one LP that still sounds magnificent and no way should be lumped in with the picking and grinning country-rock schtick that was making headway during the late six ohs...this comes from an older tradition of singing and playing for the fun of it in a cabin waiting for the moonshine to perculate and lubricate...check the cover and dig the passing of the reefer but the wearing of dodgy leather boy biker caps no doubt must have helped this wax to not sell (apart from the fact it's too good for cubes)...dig it...
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