There was this one gig where we considered rebranding ourselves as a hard-core "death-folk" band and calling it KILL BUCKET while on the road through Kansas. Inspired by hours of true-crime podcasts, a kidney stone violently working its way through me on a bouncy Oklahoma turnpike, and a bored 8-year-old, it seemed the next appropriate step for our ensemble. We even had ourselves a KILL BUCKET set list worked up to include tunes like: Muffin-Top Tattoo Stinks So Good: Sometim