J. N. Lomax says...
If Deadwood had a ghetto, that's where you would find the Medicine Show, pickin' and grinnin' at the gates of hell. (Hell, the preacher on season one of the show is a dead ringer for the Medicine Show's own Reverend.) A punk-tinged amalgam of classic American fiddle tunes, flatboat anthems, laudanum laments and whiskey reels, these young Montrosians have turned Monday nights at Helios into must-see events. They also play the last Saturday of every month at the West Alabama Ice House, and while all are invited, they do have a caveat: "No hand drums, hippies! We are not a hippy jam band, and for crying out loud, do not ask us to play 'Man of Constant Sorrow'!"