Scorch-porch? Beergrass? Hick-hop? All three tags have attempted, and ultimately failed, to successfully relate to the masses the eclectic bits of meat and bone that make up the Gourds.The band describes their sepia-tone, gravy-drenched fools-gold nuggets as ""music for the unwashed and well-read,"" and that sentiment couldn't be more apt in illustrating the dizzying redneck poetry that runs rampant on their sixth full-length release. - James Monger