It might be hard for me to judge Sam Russell objectively (like I do with all other music, clearly) because he just hits such a sweet spot for me. His laconic baritone immediately brings to mind the National's Matt Berninger, but the swooning country that surrounds his voice suddenly calls to mind Lambchop, those Nashville kings of delirious, delicate alt-country that evaporates like so many dew drops crawling down the face of a mason jar of lemonade. Lord. I can't manage to take in Sam Russell's music without collapsing in repose, a drunken smile spreading over my beet-red face, as visions of whiskey and hazy delusions flash behind my eyelids. That could be just me (it might literally be just me), but I'm not objecting. 

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