The first time listening to New Threats from the Soul, the new album from Ryan Davis & The Roadhouse Band, is an experience in euphoria as well as joyful frustration because you want to stop immediately and text a certain line to a specific friend, but then three more lines fly by that immediately remind you of three different friends. Davis’s lyrics can cause a belly laugh, choked-down tears, or serve as . . .
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