Black Is The Color Of My Baby’s Soul/Satan Is Her Name

"I cannot breach my security agreement with Interpol and tell you all what I know about B. Confidential and The Secret 4. That would be an act of treason and I might wind up with a Columbian Necktie. But what I can tell you is if you have ever walked alone at night through the neon lined streets of the city and entered some mysterious place straight out of a noir thriller and thought the world might end soon as the reverberated sound of twangy guitars and relentless jungle drums shattered your brain, a place where cool meets dark and overtakes your psyche. This might be the place you were always looking for to sit down and have a drink, a smoke, a bit of pleasure and a bit of danger and I advise you to step inside as you might be prohibited in the near future. " - Mike Mariconda