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About Red Red Meat

This Chicago act started off by combining the rhythmic attack of Let It Bleed-era Rolling Stones, slashing acoustic and electric guitars, and enigmatic (bordering on obtuse) lyrics. As the band progressed, their music seemed to fold in on itself, becoming more textured, slow, and introspective. Swooping slide guitars and burbling vintage keyboards took the listener on strange, shifting, and intimate journeys. Another band who has taken it upon themselves to deconstruct classic forms of American music, then attempt to reconstruct it to fit their own wonderfully skewed vision.

Listen toRed Red Meaton Rhapsody

This Chicago act started off by combining the rhythmic attack of Let It Bleed-era Rolling Stones, slashing acoustic and electric guitars, and enigmatic (bordering on obtuse) lyrics. As the band progressed, their music seemed to fold in on itself, becoming more textured, slow, and introspective. Swooping slide guitars and burbling vintage keyboards took the listener on strange, shifting, and intimate journeys. Another band who has taken it upon themselves to deconstruct classic forms of American music, then attempt to reconstruct it to fit their own wonderfully skewed vision.

About Red Red Meat

This Chicago act started off by combining the rhythmic attack of Let It Bleed-era Rolling Stones, slashing acoustic and electric guitars, and enigmatic (bordering on obtuse) lyrics. As the band progressed, their music seemed to fold in on itself, becoming more textured, slow, and introspective. Swooping slide guitars and burbling vintage keyboards took the listener on strange, shifting, and intimate journeys. Another band who has taken it upon themselves to deconstruct classic forms of American music, then attempt to reconstruct it to fit their own wonderfully skewed vision.

About Red Red Meat

This Chicago act started off by combining the rhythmic attack of Let It Bleed-era Rolling Stones, slashing acoustic and electric guitars, and enigmatic (bordering on obtuse) lyrics. As the band progressed, their music seemed to fold in on itself, becoming more textured, slow, and introspective. Swooping slide guitars and burbling vintage keyboards took the listener on strange, shifting, and intimate journeys. Another band who has taken it upon themselves to deconstruct classic forms of American music, then attempt to reconstruct it to fit their own wonderfully skewed vision.