I definitely catch the Souther-flavor in this one! Though not so sure about the metal. The beginning has me thinking of snakes and aligators, of wet mangrove swamps and shrimp boats, snakeskin boots, tough guys and decorative hats that obscure the eyes. And then it gets a little Spanish flare, and I feel like I'm on a dusty square in Mexico, a dry American walking up to a fountain for some water, but there's nothing there! The spectators gather with glasses of tequila and lime, and jeer him on as he quests for something to quench his thirst. *poof* Pepsi commercial. Well, I like! Twas a gritty, groovy; granular tune.
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