When your head is hitting the ground; when you're picking gravel from your knees; when you've spent the night gathering up your clothes, Exile on Main Street and Ooh La La LPs she threw out the window onto the lawn the night before... then you're ready for Detroit's Deadstring Brothers. "The Deadstrings play originals that sound so familiar they could be classic rock radio songs that you're not sick of yet, with lyrics imbued with cinematic imagery and existential heft." - DETROIT METRO TIMES