Sunglassed, swarthy and somehow too cool to sweat Roxy Lavish steps up to blues your brains out. Proudly and percussively supported by the bedraggled and ever-evolving Suicide Cult that follow him wherever he may roam... an unrelenting odyssey into the dark, devil-soul-selling world at the roots of all blues to the high powered pinata-popping paradox of wherever that Roxy Lavish guy came from. ... more