Koskee

The rats have swelled full in the streets in the wake of certain debauchery, maniacal chaos, and Elizabethan tragedy--and they are still hungry. Koskee stands at the mouth of the city, fire, death, and unflinching indifference all in their tow, poised to bring further destruction with a rip shod abandon. Armed with the charm of a snake oil salesman and the silver tongued oratory of a crestfallen, crazed Southern Baptist preacher, Koskee are a ten ton wrecking ball of a raucous party--knife-word wielding, buzzsaw-strumming, and thunder-clapping--sent to raid your town and home for all its sweet marrow and leave it razed and smoldering in the dust. Koskee are wild. Koskee are loud. Koskee are mean. Bring the drinks and they'll bring the stomachs. Bring the good times and they'll bring the better ones. WILD. LOUD. MEAN. ATLANTA AGGRESSIVE AMERICANA