"You've got to hack your way to Judgment Day and pay the devil back," wails New Orleans' Old Nobodaddy in his new song "Bury The Hatchet." The jangly song is a rootsy foot-stomper, its hypnotic vibe appropriate for a sweaty tent revival--if the officiants were into voodoo. We're mesmerized by Old Nobodaddy's sound, prepare to be... Continue Reading →