Noirish post-Americana, punk country writing inspired by stories of the hilarious, the heartbreaking, the human and the absurd. "Three chords and the truth." Amen.
The Handlers are half-American and half-Roman, the former spawned on the edge of the Great Dismal Swamp and the latter weaned in the shadow of the Coliseum. We like our music like we like our food; hot'n'honest and plenty of it. Think Pizza Margherita with extra 'gator meat...
Well, it's kind of like what you might get if Patsy Cline and David Lynch gave birth to Patti Smith...or something like that.
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