Southern-fried self-sacrifice. Scratch Acid flashbacks in a mobile home park for people with missing limbs. Indie-spazz-rock. Technicolor foot juice. All of these things come to mind when I think about this band. I love it when a band gives a fuck even when they've had too much to drink. I went for the cheap sex, I stayed for the love. http://www.myspace.com/tractorsexfatality