Before there were Kings of Leon, Keys of Black or Whites of Jack in Nashville, there was Webb Wilder. Rock ‘n’ roll, from Nashville. Formed from Mississippi mud, tinged with British mod. Bruised by the blues. Baptized by Buck and Chuck. Psychiatric psycho-rootsy. Sizzling, glistening, uneasy listening. As it has been for three decades, it is now and ever shall be. Webb Wilder.