If you like your Southern rock thick, syrupy, and dreamlike, look no further than this Athens, Georgia, quintet's new Baba Yaga, which captures a Robitussin vibe vaguely, but oh so pleasantly, reminiscent of Chicago's long, lost Souled American. Laconic three-part harmonies, pleading pedal-steel guitar, and lonesome-unto-death lyrics sound like the perfect recipe for a night of heavy self-medicating.
Fri., May 31, 9 p.m., 2013
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