Electricity fuels the deep quivering vibration of pure amped power.
Licorice phenol and barbed wire playtex accelerate the humming of wordless melodies like ba-da-dum-dum-dum.
Hard, sun-dried nylon taps throbbing echoes with a taffy beat. Road weary digits hitchhike mile after mile on the thumb drive ride home.
Underneath a thin shell of darkness is that feeling, a sense of renewal, a kind of explosion of pure flavor.
Feel it, smell it, and taste it.
Kevin Maloney - Detroit
Mixed by David Tennant
Following on from my tribute to the travelling folk of the UK (Show #67),