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Gleason and the band manage to make every jab of the needle feel just, and every artfully-turned phrase feel almost unbearably moving. If Townes van Zandt were still kicking, he'd love these guys. You're listening to the best band in New Jersey.
Almost Faulknerian in its ability to curse its subject and marvel at it in fascination simultaneously.
Perfectly illustrated stories, captured in song, that will make you laugh, cry, and want to drink one more than you probably should.
West Coast is an instantly memorable song, with a driving beat, excellent piano-guitar interplay, and an anthemic chorus. This song continues the outstanding songwriting from lead singer John Gleason, whose vivid and heartbreaking stories are always excellent, often unforgettable.
Deceptively simple, hiding mature themes and touching lyrics under a veneer of catchy alt-country; I daresay this stuff is as good as anything Ryan Adams ever gave us.
The bands synthesis of shuffling guitars, robust harmonies, and instrumental flourishes nod to artists like Dylan, Springsteen, and the Band, while retaining a free and fresh spirit simultaneously possess melodic shine and raucous energy.
Intelligent and full of soul...you will slowly fall in love with their gentle melodies, their country subtleties and warm and generous spirit.
Probably the best alt.country record I've heard this year.
Lyricist/vocalist John Gleason pens some of the prettiest and smartest lyrics this side of Matt Berninger (The National).
Performed with an uncommonly deft touch and subtle grace.
This Garden State septet's folky brand of rock - think Cat Stevens - belongs on Wes Anderson's next film soundtrack. Enough said.
...the Graves build their songs layer by layer, adding stinging guitar lines over strummed acoustics and boozy horns with barreling piano runs until the entire seven-piece band is dancing a country waltz in perfect step. By the time they run through the proggy Civil War march and barroom piano rolls of "Ruby," the EP's opener, you've been through at least five genres and a hundred years of musical history, and it all feels as seamless as the march of time itself.