By Two Gallants
For anyone that might be put off by the fact Two Gallants are signed to everyone's favourite indie emo label don't be; Two Gallants aren't standard Saddlecreek fair. This is the sound of the White Stripes if they'd sold their soul to Bob Dylan instead of Satan. The way Adam Stephens, who is fast becoming the discerning indie lumberjack's rock star pin up of choice, sreeches and screams is more whisky soaked than tear soaked. Jangly blues guitar is picked in slowing and speeding arcs that build with intensity as Stephens tells, in his gravely vocals, the story of a man lamenting his last night before being hung. The studio added windy/tumbleweed effect that intros and outros the track is unneeded, and for that matter very silly, this already sounds like the real thing. This is the sound of some good ol' southern folk who are actually from California. Even so that's got to make them more authentically punk/country than Sons & Daughters, right? Two Gallants have been touted as one to watch this year and while Las Cruces Jail is unlikely to make too big a splash they're definitely deserving of the hype.