Take a ride with That Handsome Devil to the other side of town, a neighborhood where Charles Bukowski hung his hat at a juke joint, the bartender knew Hunter Thompson’s single malt of choice, and he kept plenty in stock. This is the place where That Handsome Devil’s front man Godforbid calls home, with producer Jeremy Page banging on a bullet riddled piano, its beaten keys howling from a smoky corner. A place with enough Molotov cocktails, skag, booze, and sleazy women to horrify the most hardened of old timers. A City Dressed in Dynamite is the soundtrack to this bizarre scene, and it’s pointless to fight it, you have to throw caution to the wind and take the ride. Put your life in the hands of your sharply dressed tour guide Godforbid, and just pray that you’ll live to tell the story… or at least what you can remember.