A clock, a town, a sunrise on an empty open coffin and the wind. The wind, who’s dead set on sticking someone in it by sunset. Down in the dust bowl the air’s so thick folk just can’t see what’s coming their way anymore, all ‘cept Johnnie, little Johnnie Wylo.

Struggle, survival, sex and live music brewed up into a foot stomping, bath blasting, bone shaking hoedown. A wild and darkly funny tale about hope and daring to have it in the land of the downtrodden.