Do you believe in Rock ‘n’ Roll?
Do you believe in the hoodoo of the Black Cat Bone?
Since the day that lucky charm was tossed aside by the ghost of Maggie McGill, swallowed by a whiskey bottle drowning in salt water and then coughed up on the Leith shoreline, it has been rooted in those muddy waters like a timeless groove, coiled, omnipotent, waiting …
Discovered down by the water, reflecting on the endless bridge, the hoodoo blues legacy was mutated and perpetuated. Louisiana hot sauce with salivating mouth harp blues, deep drilling bass and drums that hit the vein of your soul and hot, hot guitars weaving incongruous licks like poison ivy round the tree of convention. They will make you thirsty like lizard skin and shake like a rattlesnake’s tail.
If you need to satisfy your hunger for good taste and you want the best, then drink deep from this well, my friends. A path will light up before your eyes and will have Black Cat Bone coming for you.