From Louisville, Ky., playing Jan. 19 at the Northside Tavern. 

"Raised on hot buttered corn and cheesey potatoes, the Fervor grew from the fields and the river dividing them. The miles we crossed in search of salty air and a drier climate led us back to the humid heart of the midlands, only to revisit what we had initially overlooked-- the going, always going, and whats ahead, whats happened-- all diffusing in the metaphorical rinse cycle. Dried from the heat of a cosmos in flames, we began to smolder. When the flames reach toxic proportions, its all gonna blow. But dont worry. You wont feel a thing."