Faerot

Rising up in a cloud of potsmoke and soaked in espresso martini and beer, and covered with poetry, and a feral, raw beatnik folk punk sound pounding acoustic bass, deliberate acoustic guitar, and a vixen in heat whining and howling for sex and revolution and drugs and death.

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