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"A basement that smells like swamp water and old amps, Hammond organ bleeding into the corners. Stu's voice bruises its way through the groove while Debbie's ghost-harmonies crawl behind him, and that Led Zep-crooked harmonica solo just about blooms into chaos. Headphones recommended, you'll want every layer of that homemade static."

"Dusty studio light, two old friends trading a boogie riff like it's 1993 again, that's the pulse driving disGrace. It grabs with swagger, bruises with a lyric aimed at somebody's ego (you decide whose), and lands somewhere between a sneer and a fist pump. Crank it, that riff deserves volume."