When these four odd-balls get together, their voices combine for sometimes gruff, sometimes sweet harmonies on songs about lust misuse, trust issues, and dying young. Their instruments create a twangy cacophonous orchestra of metal and wood that has been bringing audiences to a compassionate frenzy at hundreds of performances across the Pacific Northwest for the past decade. This is not your backwards grandpa’s or creepy uncle’s redneck bluegrass. This is queer-loving, Black Lives Matter proclaiming, progressive pickin’ from the heart of Tacoma.