Two country punk infused tunes from Cleveland's demented roots rockers, The Whiskey Daredevils. The raucous A-side sprung from an overheard conversation at a dive bar in central Ohio and the slow burning flip side has been called "the worst possible song title."—by the band itself. Features two ex-Cowslingers and a guy who sometimes plays in reformed proto-punks Rocket From The Tombs. Heavy on the reverb and twang, pal. First 250 are on GOLD wax and first 50 orders ship with exclusive Whiskey Daredevils "Don't Talk to Connie" frosty beverage koozie! But that's not all! If you order from hiddenvolume.com you'll get an exclusive BONUS DOWNLOAD unreleased live cut of "Empty Out the Shake" recorded last year at the Beachland Ballroom in Cleveland, OH. We're that nice. Printed on super heavy board with cover art by the one and only Carl Nielson (BellTowers, Stents "Limbs" covers). Edition of 500.
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"Fresh from the factory comes the single of The Whiskey Daredevils to cover that disturbs me, I put it on the plate and lechesssssssssss !! !!, guitars are burning without heating and voice begins to mumble “Do not talk to Connie “I look very familiar …. and the album credits! siiii! I meet another old friend of this fanzine when the paper was the only way to capture what a server was concerned musically and there we bumped into Greg Miller of my longed Cowslingers, accompanied by Leo inseparable who also kicked a few scenes with him and now being escorted by two other locos have been wound to these whiskey Daredevils: punk and country, beer and whiskey, cigars and women, snakeskin boots embroidered with pink shirts are fused to perfection in the two subjects of this single, issues off more heat than hell itself seething, with titles like “Please stop hittin Connie” that will infuriate the whole parish rocker strewn planet."