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Las Cruces

Author: Stephanie
11/22/2005 | | | Album Review
Sometimes it's hard to separate the first time you hear to a band from the rest of their oeuvre. Sometimes that's not such a bad thing.

My introduction to Two Gallants was in April, sitting cross-legged on the floor in a self-proclaimed "faith-based" coffee shop -- conveniently located in the basement of a church -- in Madison, Wisconsin. I was tipsy on flasked-in gin and the impending spring, but when I closed my eyes and listened, I couldn't help but sober up while they played. Summing it up later, I scrawled on a napkin: they sound like two dirt-poor kids from a small town who get paid to be stand-in pallbearers for John and Jane Does -- the undesirables, the derelicts. Burying who they might just become. High school drop-outs who close out their nights spending the day's wages on Mad Dog that they drink sitting on top of freshly covered graves. Lonesome and tiredly proud with a cool breeze at their backs. The history of the band couldn't be further from the truth (2Gs are native San Franciscans), but that's what struck me about the sound.

"Las Cruces Jail" is a tough, fiercely-sung admonition with a rollicking, howl-along chorus. A perfect soundtrack for too-late hours spent digging up, dragging out and recounting memories long lost, this story-song of regrets and reparation is the opening track and lead single from Two Gallants' upcoming LP, recorded at Tiny Telephone and released on Saddle Creek, What the Toll Tells.
Las Cruces

Las Cruces

7" / MP3