King Tuff’s Kyle Thomas reached back into his own past to make MOO, resurrecting an old Tascam 388 and dusting off a road-tested Gibson SG, even moving back to Vermont to shed the glitz of LA for the woolen-sweatered homeyness of his native Brattleboro. Funny thing, though. In rummaging through his own history, he tapped into a larger, longer narrative, making a raucous, rough-hewn country rock record that wouldn’t have been out of place in the mid-1970s . . .
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