Let’s hop on a time machine. Back to the rocking ’70s, where the groove ran high and times were wild. A different brand of wild, compared to today, mind you. Where scratchy lyrics and lo-fi sounds were all the rage. Then throw in some Southern Rock for good measure. Oh, and break out those jeans, will ya. You know, the ones with them wide tubes and flowers stitched onto them. That groovy enough? Not quite yet, I agree. Because now we will need some substances. Any chemical of that era will do. And loads of cigarettes with bottles of bourbon – lots of bourbon. Now we are ready to burn down this fuzzy road into the sunset where the cacti dwell and the groove lives.… Got hooked? Raid this some more...
Some records just put a smile on your face. No hesitation at all to take them on and into the pipeline; and get your fingers hacking away at the keyboard. The tune just talks to you. And this is how it should be, if you feel like covering some juicy rock piece. 
Ah, groovy! The first track Die of Thirst just started to blast out of my headphones, taking me on a journey.