Born from sadness and defeat, In the Vines channels the painful sincerity of old country with the scraggly vocals of a lifelong pipe-smoker, and the soulfully simple guitar picking of the old South. It’s a dusty antique that longs to be played on a Victrola or from a porch in the warm, sticky evening. Castanets’ Ray Raposa spends ten tracks moaning out his blues, wandering through bad year after bad year, searching for some sweet relief. (Asthmatic Kitty) –Lavinia Wright

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