Forsythe Whitfield sounds like a cross between Taj Mahal and a drunk monkey smashing a garbage can in an alley. He plays blues for people who hate blues. His songs are about murder, lust, heart break, chickens and fishing.
Ah the song that gets stuck in my head at 8am this morning, lolllll, you know what I will be singing all day, "Chcken in the front, Chicken in the back!" Yay Forsythe!!!
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