From the Philadelpha Inquirer - "Fittingly, the bearded and burly guitarist and singer Paul Johnson looked like a mountain man. He sang the band's keening ballads about whiskey and love and lonely itinerants in his distinctively deep and gruff voice. The group's authentic brand of Americana glided on the gossamer wings of Keith Minguez's agile mandolin."

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