Oh, to be back in West Virginia. And since that's the case, what better way to champion my return than to post some of the wildest nonsense to come out of this fine state (sorry snake handlers, you can't beat Hasil). The Haze was blasting out cheap homemade guitar rock cut to cardboard in his chicken shack way back when. If you think oldies lack a gritty edge, then give this a listen and expand your ear. And there was no need for a band, Adkins did it all by his lonesome. Why don't you try writing 7,000 songs? Hasil did.