Deep in the black heart that lies beneath banjo, fiddle, slide guitar, piano and derringer; somewhere near the unmarked grave of the coward Robert Ford; in a place that smells of salt peter and rancid tonic, the atmospheric detailed twang of The Long Dead Sevens is joined by the growling din of collapsing new buildings.

A theatrical steam-industrial moan echoes through the mesa heralding an age not quite ancient and not quite modern. Colts and Mausers unite to shoot 'em up in this dark, enveloping, weirding wild west operetta.

"This album is a masterpiece and I don't use that term lightly." "The album is due for release around mid-May on Beta-Lactam Ring Records. Get a listen; you won't experience anything like it anywhere else. Truly marvellous."
- Steve Dean, www.stokesounds.co.uk