I am listening to the Heartless Bastards live at SXSW (podcast on NPR - thanks!), and it's like if Martha Wainwright sang for the Replacements on an alternate-universe 'Reality Bites' soundtrack. Maybe some geneticist will combine her genes with Robert Plant's and build a clone army of bad-ass wailers wielding beat-up guitars and cussing in regional dialects. Take that, alien overlords!