Like Garrett T. Capps’ surreal honky-tonk, fellow Alamo city song twister D.T. Buffkin spins weird Americana on his sophomore platter. Buffkin’s creaking vocals whine somewhere between Dylan and George Jones as the swaying music spins lightly through last call – growling and howling and wistful. From epistolary opening “A Correspondence” to the slurry swing of “Houston St.,” featuring Augie Meyers’ accordion, Buffkin billets back alley regret and amusement.

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This article appears in September 7 • 2018.

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Doug Freeman has been writing for the Austin Chronicle since 2007, covering the arts and music scene in the city. He is originally from Virginia and earned his Masters Degree from the University of Texas. He is also co-editor of The Austin Chronicle Music Anthology, published by UT Press.