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Memphis' the Grifters began modestly enough, documenting their dark, twangy, blues-infected rock at a local flower shop on an entry level four-track recorder. Probably financially condemned to the Lo-Fi recording process, they were nevertheless bequeathed the Lo-Fi media badge early on, heralded for their enthusiastically raw, stripped-down orchestrations. Varying between noisy, swamp-flavored mid-tempo rock (Crappin' You Negative's ?ôCinnamon?ö) and Glam-flavored Neo-Psychedelia (Ain't My Lookout's ?ôDay Shift?ö), the Grifters have always orchestrated spatial, richly textured songs that are frightening enough to get the dog barking, but smart enough to find shells for the shotgun.
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