It’s coming on dusk and still hot, you’re walking through the soft, soothing summer rain down to your local juke, you hear the sound of a frantic fiddle sitting just above a thrashing Telecaster guitar being driven from below by the whomp, whomp, whomp of throbbing, urgent bass, rhythm guitar and drums. You get closer, the walls seem to be pulsing to the beat and you can hear people singing, laughing and howling at the moon, you open the door, the vibe and heat hit you like a steamhammer. Welcome brothers and sisters, to the all embracing, ecumenical church of………. The Bullfrogs.