Like a dusty ten-dollar bottle of bonded bourbon you didn’t know was in the cabinet, Grease Band is a little bit of countrified heat that’ll sure as hell cure what ails you. It’s a loose, shambolic gem whose ragged swagger and earthy charms sound as good on Sunday morning as they do on Friday night . . .
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