Tom’s the kind of guy that sets fire to an acoustic guitar, smashes it to smithereens and then stews over its precious remains like a wide eyed Sméagol in anticipation of electrified rainbows and celestial starbursts to start shooting out from the ashes of it’s smouldering remains… only to lean over and gently whisper upon the lobe of your peach fuzzed ear… pretty special, isn't it?
Cue insidious, but lovable Gollum smile!
So that’s Wolf… A Howlin’ fool!
Tom’s the kind of guy that sets fire to an acoustic guitar, smashes it to smithereens and then stews over its precious remains like a wide eyed Sméagol in anticipation of electrified rainbows and celestial starbursts to start shooting out from the ashes of it’s smouldering remains… only to lean over and gently whisper upon the lobe of your peach fuzzed ear… pretty special, isn't it?
Cue insidious, but lovable Gollum smile!
So that’s Wolf… A Howlin’ fool!