Gus Wilde – the Tragedelic Troubadour, juke joint bluesman, folksingin’ hillbilly – ramblin’ an’ gamblin’ through the wild streets of ravaging desire – lustin’ for heart and soul, within’ the bent and twisted roots of time and place. Driven’ by the ‘lectricity of the holy aether, buried in the haze – locked into the zone, fighting the beast, climbing the mountain, flyin’ the flag. Catch Gus Wilde round your traps next time he passes through.. 🌵🥀🤠