Confused Little Girl is a husky mix of stoner hard rock boiled in gumbo, cheap smokes and PBR. Where I thought it would be a murky trudge through the swamp, there was enough guitar charge to feel like I was water surfing on alligators with a pack of hungry piranhas biting at my ass. Crude on the surface, there's moments of Bukowski lyrical genius in here--"If these walls could talk they would puke" for example. Cut your sleeves off and break out the cheap whiskey if you want to hang with these Southern Gentlemen. For fans of Black Label Society, Alabama Thunderpussy, Motorjesus, and Omegalord.