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The Dexateens

By Sean L. Maloney

Published on August 07, 2008 at 3:40am

The Dexateens are a Dixie-fried, triple-guitar, garage rawk assault so unhinged that it could only come from Alabama. The band started out in Tuscaloosa almost ten years, channeling the magic that made Muscle Shoals the capital city of American music in the late '60s and early '70s through the wanton wildness of amphetamine abuse and punk rock. Over the last few years they've sorta chilled out—expanding their palette to include more country sounds—but the bombast is still there and the songs are better than ever, a perfect sweaty summer shakedown. As an added bonus (and another reason we have a critic-crush on their label Skybucket Records) you can download The DTs new album Lost and Found in it's entirety from their website and they're pressing vinyl.
Thu., Aug. 7, 9 p.m., 2008


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