Get The Fuck Outta Dodge

From the murky depths of the dirty city, two disheveled men head towards the swamp on the bad side of town to try and escape the gravitational pull back into the seedy underworld they so desperately want to escape from. Taking with them only the barest of possessions to keep them on the road, a bass guitar and a drum kit, though unwieldly, altogether essential for them to break free. The throbbing pulse of the bass and primal beat of the skins encourage anyone within listening distance to move their feet, and sway to the aural broth of hypnotic noise. Now entranced by our hapless duo, a small window of opportunity blinks through the fog enabling the pair to GET THE FUCK OUTTA DODGE!!!