From the Pacific Gazette:
....Is so that you can be listening to some disaffected, middle-aged anti-cracker's playlist of Avett Brothers and Reverend Peyton's Big Band tunes and then, bang!, outta nowhere stumble across a red hot plate of jambalysian rabble-rousing, crash-the-house-down, aural explosion that you had no idea even existed before.
Stuff like the following, from The Felice Brothers...
King Hell, I tell you....Even if Frankie won't....
'Turn the goddamn radio down!'