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The Wowz.
The WoWz are a three-piece miscellaneous band from New York City who
comb (and combine) the eternal dolour of Hank Williams Sr. with the
perverse humor of David Berman and the improbable harmonies of BEATLES
FOR SALE. They've just released their first LP, LONG GRAIN
RIGHTS, on Recommended If You Like Records. Recorded in early 2004 at
Balloon Heaven, an appalling dump of a Bensonhurst basement that has
likewise captured the sounds of Adam Green, Herman Dune and Jeffrey
Lewis, LONG GRAIN RIGHTS plays like a fermented solution of powdered
sugar and baking soda - a compound as addictive as picking your scalp.
