Take two parts whiskey, mix with one part irony, and you might just come close to describing Devil Scott. Name a dive, beer joint, roadhouse, bar, garage, or bonfire in the south, and he's likely been there, at least in spirit. Music has been his family, and his soul, since his kin came down from Appalachia, carried with him in an old rucksack throughout the south and Midwest.

His lyrics are imbued with depth and reflection, filtered through the honesty and pain of a man that has lived authentically. His voice takes what he has and pours it out in a tall glass.

 

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