Nashville’s Dialup Ghost have an uneasy relationship with their hometown, celebrating country music while gleefully corrupting its wellsprings. Adding orchestral flourishes and old-timey touches to eccentric indie rock ballads, Dialup Ghost investigates the idea of the South as both a metaphor and a sound, finding potent new territory amid a tangle of old paths and forgotten byways . . .
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