A friend turned me on to Don Cavalli's Cryland shortly after it came out (2008), which I then promptly slept on until about six months ago. This was, indeed, my loss. Cavalli's debut, it turns out, is one Frenchman's take on swampy, gutbucket, rock & roll so steeped in deep southern imagery you'd swear it was . . .
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