It may be called Honeycomb, but there’s no sweetness in this hive. For music lovers, whether you like Country, Folk, Bluegrass—it’s a stinging experience. A few melodies start out easy, then the lyrics thrust them deep into the heart of a 1960s beatnik complete with hookah. For those who expect a guru for dinner or want to rid oneself of guests who stay too long, serve this for dessert.
—Sandy Whiting
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