the metry wrecks

4 or five guys looking for liquor, love and laughs. . . then writing songs about it. thrown together in new orleans by hook and by crook, to play a moody, muddy, almost moist music. They have a rhythm that smolders like a slow landfill fire, with words askew and music muggy. Playing high and low, using whatever is left over from the night before, they tear into their sounds, (which are somewhat found), with an emotional ferocity few have mastered! Come see for yourself, that witty and charming band about town. . .

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