'My tongue's a match and my veins are full of gasoline...' This might actually be how you do it

How does one "do" "it"? How does one produce scintillating, dirty, sweaty, fury-driven rock'n'roll to give a massive fuck off to every hypocrite and prick there is, while insisting you will throw any hit "right back", but, like, with only two people on the stage armed with a guitar and drum set?

Well, Shovels and Rope, Charleston, South Carolina's finest product, can probably provide some clues. The married due produce country infused with punk rock energy and a style carved out of endless shows on the road.

So, you better back up
I'll show you bad luck
Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine
Eyes roll back in your head
Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back
You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black
But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you...

They got lucky with one?

We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us...

And they don't do a bad cover.

As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I want to know:
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?