Next up was Victory Gin, right from the shoundcheck noodlings of the banjo this was a guaranteed barnburner. Sure enough from the searing Foggy Mountain Breakdown banjo to the last thwack of the snare drum these guys delivered with a set that was a "hotter than a 1/4 acre of you know where'. I'm talking break out the shotgun pa and lock your daughters down, the hollers dancin and the devil's in the air.

These guys were by far the most traditional of the night's bands, right down to the infectious stop time hook that is still swimming around my brain: "you're my...cornfritter'. USDA Grade A sprime cut stuff here.

In the midst of their set, Michael Patrick joined them and they delivered a rousing rendition of Johnny Cash's 'Cocaine Blues'. Im talking this shit was tighter than a frog's ass, and thats watertight. It drew me in from the opening riff..by the end of the first verse, I found my self 10 paces closer to the bandstand, hand whipping out of my pocket in some like some possed mime attempting to whip my .44 under my pillow.
Fucking A, B and C.

I must admit that i'm not a huge country/blue grass fan, but if that's what you guys are, consider me a convert. It's rare when you can listen to an album once and instantly love it! I firmly believe your band is destined for success! Can't wait to see you guys again!

All the best,
Bob-Manager-Sawa,Long Branch