At one point, the bar staff STOPPED serving in order to listen to him sing. Beat that.
"My godfathers, the drummer. A hulking, lolloping ingenue, fresh from a day's logging."
"Who am I to stand in the way of progress?"
How can you not enjoy looking at this lot? It's twenty odd Texans in cassocks!"
Eat some pies gentlemen, please. Your mothers must be worried sick.
"He doesn't so much play his guitar as fight with it."
"Everyone went home happy, with that great warm feeling you'd get as a kid after you'd been to the pantomime."
Weird town, great venue. Everyone, including your cantankerous sod of a reviewer went home happy.
"Who came up with such a name?"
A little bit of radical European flavor within the groundwork of North American conservatism
"Even street wise and well prepared girls like us sometimes manage to step into the wrong bus and get lost."
The Ska sound is there, sometimes in it's pants and vest, but more often cloaked and hooded.
"Dark isn't the word for it. It scared the shit out of me!"
"Outlandish and preposterous. You should have been there."
More larking about in a field.
"Tact, decency and political correctness were all off the menu "
"You must show me your pass."