Not crooked in the sense we’re criminals, in fact we barely have a speeding ticket between us. Crooked in the sense that we see the world a little crooked, we tell stories with slants. We sing for characters who rarely take the straight path. Rare Americans. Two Canadian Priestner brothers who’d never written a song together until a year ago, a crazy Slovakian guitar virtuoso named Lubo, and a bassist named Jeff. Go Figure.