Thief, criminal, pimp, crook. Anyone drawn to six strings on electrified lumber has a persona they bury deep in the back of their mind. The slightly dangerous side they only let out amongst their guitar-wielding brethren.
But if you look closely, once the tubes have warmed with the amps way past eleven, it’s there for all to see.
In this session, the king of the corner waxes on what compelled him to make noise with the most unholy of instruments.
