Rolls and rocks like the wheels of a river
Rich, rootsy folk rock with an acoustic canter and an electric buck; a fiddle hums like deep woods summer dusks, a banjo beckons the swells in pace with a bluegrass buoyancy and vocal harmonies snap like the wings of angels as the songs flow from the soft biting cool of the first barefoot step on freshly dewed grass to the loud yawning light of the first color to beat against a waking sky, rollicking and rolling down the mountainside.
