“Listen to the words and music of a Slakjaw song and you will find yourself bending over a fire in a metal barrel rubbing your cold hands together next to the railroad tracks waiting for the next one to come along and take you far from where you came.Close your eyes and hear the thump of the rails.Hear the words and fall asleep in the back of the open cargo container and let the sounds of the night and a warm shot of whisky put your troubles at ease until the next morning when a man is poking a stick into your gut telling you to get off his train before he knocks the rest of your teeth out”.