It would be easy to dismiss Grant Langston as a trad-country parodist if he didn’t write such unfailingly infectious tunes and weren’t such a skilled singer (though his nasal vocals might wake up the kids). His tongue is about to bust through his cheek on much of Stand Up Guy, his fourth album, with a half-joking smirk somewhere in Robbie Fulks territory, but there’s enough round choruses and Telecaster snap on the record to get under your skin or to at least keep poker night humming along. READ MORE

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Fame

Up to this point, the press and critics have been dancing all around nouns and adjectives regarding Grant Langston’s music, but I say it’s progressive country, and I say the hell with the rest of my maundering critical peers ’cause that’s the musical county line where Merle first turns back to head to Austin, and the Eagles then travel to SoCal, leaving Langston to tool down the highway with his rockin’, rollickin’, bootscootin’, salt-of-the-earth tavern troubadoring right behind Dwight and Stevie Earle. READ MORE

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