Where’s my pomade?

Remember sitting on your front porch, chewin’ Grandpa’s tobaccy, sipping on a tall glass of turnip juice while you scraped up a storm on your ma’s favorite washboard? Those were simpler times—until the Dust Bowl, obviously. The Blair St. Mugwumps want to take you back to when a man could find himself a decent hair jelly in any local store, and mustaches were worn with pride. These Dixie-loving musicians come equipped with an array of zany song-making devices, including layers of banjos, kazoos, harmonicas, washboards, bicycle bells and jug-a-phones—anything that’ll tap your toe while you wet your whistle. Heck, you won’t have more fun at a possum shoot, I promise you that. Seriously, though, bells and whistles aside, these buckshot boys and girls will treat you to a night of Southern comforts and won’t stop playing till the church bells are a-ringin’. Wow.