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With a name that could only belong to a musician, and a beer-besotted voice straight out of the back streets of New Orleans, Grayson Capps evokes the swamp folk-soul made popular by Tony Joe White. He looks the part, too: One glance at his solo debut's cover conveys its lazy, creaky, homespun sound. Half relaxed blues-rock and half boozy, folksy introspection, Capps' rustic voice is front and center. This is the stuff to stake the 'best bar band' claim on - slashing slide and crunching electric guitar, a cooking rhythm section and soulful vocals.
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