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With a guitar sound even bigger than their choruses, Dead Like Harry deliver blue-collar rock that makes you want to roll up your shirt sleeves and learn a lot more about classic cars.
Brothers Matthew and Samuel Taylor know how to put a song together.
From the fist-pumping Streets and Satellite, to the more introspective Driving to Nowhere and Cross The Water each track is a wonderfully crafted love letter to a romanticised reality somewhere between Sheffield and Arizona.
Gaslight what? Bruce who? It seems the real cowboys live just south of Barnsley.
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