If Diana Krall is for necking and 50 Cent is for clubbing, Atlanta's Lost Trailers are for tailgating. Blending guitar muscle with redneck poetry, their boogie-rific debut so captures the spirit of weekend revelry that it oughta be packaged with a George Foreman grill and a keg. In fact, Woods is a lot like the football-crazy South itself: unapologetically big, loud, proud, and overearnest.
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