Chris Skel: Sodden Psalms

Drunken, white-trash, New Jersey ho-down.

A growling, rowdy sing-along of dirty finger nails Nashville, meets the football terraces.

Late night songs from the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

Middle finger raised attitude and if you don’t like it you can go eff-off

How’s that for a stream of consciousness review?

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