Furious Frank
Welcome!
Ladies and Gentlement, I have the distinct honor and unfortunate disfiguring commitment to describe for you the eerie terrors, the convulsing delights, the sheer volume and total paralyzing aural genesis that is the Hobocamp Mud Show…
I warn you at the outset, good Samaritans… songs of murderous lament, heartless wickedry, eternal libation and flaming Korean dogs oft set the ladies' feet aflutter, their inhibitions run mad about the dance floor. Lo, many have left their senses and their good Christian homes to travel about the dirt road towns the world over with the likes of Texas Money, Freddie Forked and, yes, Frank… Furious Frank.
Husbands, do mind your wives, boys mind your steady. The rumors told of women lost amongst the carneys, the grinders, the talkers and benders are just stories of old. But Furious Frank, I warn you, is ever on the search for another act. Lest you wish your lady-dear become the next bearded belle, do hold her tight.
But you are safe, I assure and assume, once inside. And I appreciate most sincerely your gratuity. The sounds sent to you through these series of tubes should provide you joy in perpetuity.
Your grateful host, Bally Sam
Furious Frank presents new album: The Hobocamp Mudshow. Avaiable now at www.digstation.com/
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