Ever watch a kitten perform brainsurgery upon a globe of yarn? The Snarlin’ Yarns--the country’s only punk-country-bluegrass-folkie-improv-poetry-high&lonesome band--unravel just that sort of dizzying pedigree right up under yr moody shoes: JBF primed his whistle and honed his banjo on the Arkansas delta; Mara’s a classically trained eastcoast violinist tu(r)ned to the brighter side of the fiddlehead moon; William’s a foundin member of Killawatt, Utah’s crotchrocket rollin thunder rock&roll band; and Abraham’s a livin breathin Alabatexsconsin velvet hammer full of who knows what’s next. The Snarlin' Yarns, y’all, do not so solemnly swear to origami your ears into mischievous little somethins. Bet on Heraclitus comin back from the grave to sayyodel: Nnnever the sssame sssnarl tttwice.