Taking the stage like Bela Lugosi on a mechanical bull, Royal Son of a Guns belt out rip snorting acid western voodoobilly with heavy doses of surrealism. These bar stool smashing miscreants take Americana on a psycho-cathartic hayride through the thorny nettles of the American roots music underbelly with primitive guitars, electrified washboard and a bedrock of bass that will rattle your teeth.