Graveyard Country Rock music is like a Jackson Pollock black pouring, or a Robert Motherwell elegy. It is imbued with Garcia Lorca’s duende: “black sounds are the mystery.” Gritty, stark storytelling, part southwest rock, part Cash and Escovedo. Sparse, but accessible, there’s a thread that runs through the music, from Hawthorne and Poe (fitting, since we’re from Baltimore), to Faulkner and Flannery

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