Yeah. We know. No opera this time.
No twelve-part space stack, no gate-of-heaven synth, no guy screaming about a server farm. This one’s a one-drop. Bass so fat it needs its own chair. Verses toasted low and filthy, and then a full gospel choir kicks the door in on the chorus like the Lord Himself booked the Rib Fest.
Yes, it’s kind of an Eagles song. Kind of. Desperado does the Henley parts at the Knights of Columbus, Local Hall 123. Todd plays bass like an proctologist, because he is one. Kevin yells FREEBIRD. Kevin buys three shirts. One’s for his mother.
Nobody’s asking. Nobody’s mad.
Recorded in a Ford Windstar with a car seat in it. We got paid in wings.
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