Drunk as Folk!
On a sleepy Saturday morning in mid-January, the only sounds that could be heard on E Turnagain Boulevard was a cacophony of melody and profanity. Distorted by the thick basement walls of Matt Brenna’s Alpine Music Studios, the most recognizable word to escape onto the street was one not often uttered in polite company. “Hey, good luck! Fuck you,” singer Johnny Lungs passionately wailed into the microphone as bandmate Nathan Harris slapped out a steady bassline. Over the next