“R.L. gets tired easily these days and welcomes a tornado's help in finishing the job he started. Tidal waves, volcanoes, and yes, even wars - they are all his buddies. From town to town, country to country, they move on with a consistent beat, guitars yelling and screaming with the voice of God, and the Wizard sitting on a chair of skulls with any old guitar and moaning, "well, well, well," at a bewildered audience." - Excerpt from Liner Notes
