While you may not have heard of them, Prescott Curlywolf was a beacon of real-deal rock ‘n’ roll righteousness in an era — roughly 1994-2003 — saturated with jam band bloat, overwrought emo caterwaul, calculated and pretentious Euro-pop (and their American derivatives), and all manner of disposable, fashion-first “alternative” music, which is to say, […]