The Scud Mountain Boys's Massachusetts' guitars may twang and moan, but the ''country'' it evokes feels more like rural New England than Nashville. With songs of drunken regret and clear-eyed desperation that are closer to John Cheever than George Jones, the album's slyly beautiful melodies and parched entreaties have the bracing chill of a Nor'east wind. A-


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