"I remember the distorted growl of one chord guitar jams and endless effects loops, pulled from the furthest corners of time and space, stirred into a black magic cauldron and boiled down to a delicious stew that was fed, in generous portions, night after electrifying night, to the rock'n'roll starved proletariat of America. I remember everything. I remember nothing. I remember WOOVES." -K Burkett ... more