Many believe that the number of love songs in the world far outstrip the number of things with which one can fall in love. That is why Louis Barabbas & The Black Velvet Band are doing their very best to readdress the balance, penning twisted dirt-folk about lust and loathing, served up on an exuberant gobbet of malicious delight. Stories about grieving lovers, thieving lovers and deceiving lovers seep from their songbook like a putrescent parade of painful parables. It's strangely beautiful - but not very. Expect to hear growly narratives spat out over dissonant riffs coaxed from beat-up banjos, trumpets, saxophones, mandolins, cellos, violins, lap-steels, accordions, glockenspiels, pianos and spoons. Heavy, hairy and (mostly) in harmony.