Like a drifter or a fugitive, Juke's growling songs about love and life are dished out by his raucous ensemble on the bacchanalian dinner table of his wild cellar bar.

There's a dirty sound reminiscent of a Louisiana gravel road coming from the organ and a tormented reverend is at the helm whipping his flock into a naked frenzy. He is laughing psychotically as he leads them through the dark and dirty corridors of hell...

Welcome to the church of Juke Baritone. Where raising hell has neve...