For those of us still sad about the Black Crowes' disappointing last album, or wishing that Creedence Clearwater Revival was still making records, San Francisco's The Stone Foxes might just save you from the mountain of booze, you've been saving up in these hard times. A pack of cherubic youngsters that sound like men twice their age who've lived twice as hard, (and recipients of Blues Brother Dan Akroyd's approval, by the way), the Stone Foxes are doing their damnedest to bring the dirty blues back to Los Angeles more ›