Score: 8/10 Go ahead. Try to talk sh** about Jakob Dylan. You know right when he walks in you’ll be palms sweaty, stomach heaving up and down, smiling and glowing, hanging on his every word and waiting to give him your number.  Go ahead. Try to call him nepotistic, spoiled, born on third, bland, the … Continue reading “DD Review: The Wallflowers – Exit Wounds.”