Wash & Wear Blues
This is the blues, baby. This is roll-down-your-car window, wind-blowing-in-your-hair, howling-at-the-moon blues. This is put-the-petal-to-the-floor, burst-out-of-town, screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs blues, baby. Crank it up. Way up! If you're not singing along to The Medium Wallys inside of 30 seconds, then you don't have a pulse. Wailing guitars, honking harmonica, and a singer that'll raise the hair on the back of your neck. Yea, the blues. Had a bad day? Don't we all. Slip in this CD and you'll be screaming along in no time. Yea, the blues. That's what it's all about. Got yourself a little hurt? Come to poppa. This'll make it better. Someone pushing you around? Time to let the Wallys do their thing. This is blues that goes for the jugular. Little lover boy feeling like no one needs him any more? Let the Wallys stomp and wail, throttle your troubles, push back all those bad dreams. Yea, that's what I'm talking about. The blues. Deal with it.