Eight Rounds Rapid re-write the rules.

What men or gods are these? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What guitars and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter; therefore, play on; Bully Boy will hook you,

Bold Lover, never, never can you kiss the sublime Working Man or the supreme Johnnie Ray without remembering the sweet joy of grooves, licks, runs and singing.

Ah, happy, happy riffs that cannot shed their Black Soul, nor ever bid the ... read more