Give us a true sound over a new sound. Give us soul swagger over click clack.
Give us the stick over the automatic. Give us a beer, dammit.
The Dirty Dirty Dollars do accept credit, but always prefer crumpled cash.
Two dudes from Chicago, dead set on rock ‘n’ roll, want to smash riffs out 'til
morning and provide the love-making shuffle for that magical time:
post-drunk and pre-hangover.