The Muggs

(Times Beach)
by Scott Hefflon

Soulful Detroit rock here to testify. Mixed loud and raw. Imagine the Black Crowes on a Bon Scott bender with the Nuge going great gonzos, legs planted wide, hair flowing like the solos. Self-proclaimed ugliest band in the world, but with music this hot and vital, the girls’ll be dancing on the bar in no time.
(www.timesbeachrecords.com)