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| | Just south of the Mississippi delta, but north of Chicago, a little west of ‘Frisco but east of Washington, at about three quarters past thirteen, you’ll find the little visited State of Mind. 
Inhabitants of this neglected corner of the musical universe are known to have embarked on a pilgrimage to spread the good word. They are the Mojo Hand Band. "In yer face, house rockin', bum kickin', electric blues"
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