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The Dirt Angels
Born out of back roads, busted knuckles, and songs earned the hard way, Billy Stoops writes the kind of music that smells like dust, sweat, tears, and last call, his Telecaster slinging grit, grace, and redemption by the pint.
The Dirt Angels back him with swamp swagger, slide-guitar shimmer, and harmonies rising like smoke. Expect blues stomp, honky-tonk ache, and the kind of sweat that makes a bar feel holy. Louisville roots, road-worn miles, and a voice shaped by living, not pretending. Billy tells honest stories about love that didn’t last, work that never ends, and finding beauty in the mess you survive. No shortcuts. No trends. Just tradition, grit, and showing up day after day to do it right.
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