One of rock's freshest faces put an eerie title on her solo debut album that was released two weeks before Halloween. But after hearing her speak softly during a recent chat, Olivia Jean sounds nothing like the mistress of the macabre who's behind Bathtub Love Killings.
I started this series to shine a light on some stellar records from the '90s that may have been overlooked. Now that a few decades have passed, we can get some perspective and see how they've held up over the years.
This festival, though not as big as a Lollapalooza, a Bonaroo, or an Austin City Limits is certainly on its way with escalating attendance and sponsorship, as well as its surprising amount of relevance in its main acts.
Why not provide an opportunity for Nugent to demonstrate his humanitarian side? In other words, why not turn lemons into lemonade (or perhaps more aptly, feral hog entrails into pulled pork sandwiches)?