The band wrote, rehearsed, and recorded all of the material for this release in a cottage perched at the bottom of a green, sheep-flecked and brook-bordered hill in the Scottish Lowlands over a period of ten days in August 2011. Recorded live with producer/engineer Oscar Cainer at the helm, this time around the sounds are dirtier, with the accordion and guitars plugged in and turned up, and the percussive booms and clangs emerging from deeper within the junkyard. The influence of old New Orleans, studio and street, is as hot as coffee from Cafe du Monde in tunes like Po’ Boy, Erol the Turk, and Candlelight Lounge. Unafraid to journey out of the delta, the band hit it hard for the Cubanesque Cimarrón and recline with a hookah on the Moroccan flavoured Tamazight. The echoes of Highway 61 still purvey, from the Boubacar Traoré infused Death Don’t Have No Mercy to the Cooder-esque Bunco Artist. But most of all the album captures the late night, sweaty, genre-hopping exuberance that has garnered the band a cult following.