Red Red Meat

You'd swear singer and guitarist Tim Rutili, who possesses one weary groan, was some kind of backwoods alt-country troubadour -- that is, if it weren't for the dub/industrial grime that's caked all over these 11 jams like a soggy mulch. But still, this is some truly earthy rock 'n' roll -- as ragged as anything off the Stones' Exile on Main Street. And like Exile, there's something inscrutably murky about Red Red Meat's music; just about the only well-defined sound is the killer slide-work.