Plenty of young indie acts pay lip service to the fuck-you spirit of Bob Dylan’s mid- '60s pairing with the Band (then called the Hawks), but precious few honor the raggedy-ass electric folk that they hooked up together. On the Felice Brothers' second album for Conor Oberst's Team Love label, these Catskills boys do just that, playing songs about cops on the take and dying in Penn Station with a hurtling forward motion that prevents the music from sounding (entirely) like a book report. Killer accordion solos, too
