Roadside Graves are a great band. Besides John Gleason's intimate and idiosyncratic, landscape-sketching lyricism (as previously mentioned, like Matt Berninger drinking cheap beer instead of whiskey and Coke) and his unmistakable talk-sung vocal quaver, there's the tight expansive, double-drumming, bowing, piano and guitar-driven sound of the band around him. It's Americana of the most drunken, anthemic, and shamblingly tight sort. ...