The beauties and horrors, the guts of being. The triumph and despair of the human condition. Visceral and grand, head in hands and tongue in cheek, this is the heavy folk sound of the Dirty Beat. Layers of reeds, strings and winds; plump-slump bottom end and hip-shake bass; low-tuned armies of drums and guitars; all revel and ravel in a stew of no era. Voices, in ones and twos and choirs, rejoice in reckless abandon, proclaim their confessions and moan supplications, spit diatribes and choke on regret, raising together in harmonious hymns to the All.