Mix cheap beer, cigarettes, second-hand leather shoes and teenaged regrets, and you'll have one ugly brew; call it what you want, but it's balls out southern rock from the north, so take it or leave it. Yells, foot stomps, and gang vocals permeate from their prairie basement at ungodly hours. With an energetic live show to back up their well-crafted material, these musicians appeal to indie kids, scenesters, and bearded bluesmen alike.