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This rag-bag of Bayou Gothic, SoCal road-trippin’, and wildwood gospel sounds like what you’d get out of the head-scarfed lady with crooked lipstick who rants in front of the laundromat. But Vic and that storefront preacher might be worth heeding: Both definitely know their dirty from their clean. Pamela Murray Winters