I emerged from the heavens with the golden throat of an angel and the cocky swagger of the devil. I picked a band of rag tag musicians, who were only too happy to bathe in the glory of Brother Love, playing for peanuts and my sloppy seconds. Not everyone could be comfortable in the presence of such undeniable star power such as myself but these plucky lads and ladies have the talent and chutzpah to back up the greatest entertainer of our generation. Since then, we have pleasured audiences across the nation with our rock hard sound and throbbing stage presence. We are all God's children bubbola, but he loves the Smugglers best.