{"product_id":"heels-in-the-aisle-lp","title":"Heels In The Aisle [LP]","description":"\u003cp\u003eThe sophomore effort from Gray\/Smith refines their petroleum-based, hard-lullaby sound with a decidedly dusty precision. To call this pair's brand of country-rock détournement \"cosmic\" would be too breezy: L. Gray and Rob Smith prefer to stare into sunken depths, channeling their recondite affections for lay-by mauve zones and red-dirt guitar wanderings. Formed in the outer-edges of Kings and Richmond counties circa 2020, Gray\/Smith is something of an East-Coast involution. L. Gray (guitar and vocals) and Rob Smith (drums, guitar and vocals) are both trusty veterans of \"band's bands\" like Pigeons (Soft Abuse), No-Neck Blues Band (Revenant, Locust), Rhyton (Thrill Jockey), and The Suntanama (Drag City), freewheeling groups known for mining from polyglot sources: rough-hewn folk and the spiritual avant-garde, bargain-bin hard rock and and collector's-choice psychedelia alike. On their first, self-released LP Gray\/Smith, serendipitously recorded at Gary's Electric at the top of 2021, the pair trained their assured chops onto the great American song-form, honing a murky but tight approach that variously cribs \"urban cowboy\" and finger-picked primitivism. A string of cryptic appearances soon followed, including a short-lived residency at a now-shuttered vodka dive; a micro-tour with Coloradan songstress Josephine Foster; and a series of backyard and barroom gigs sharing stages with compatriots like Stella Kola, Blues Ambush, Samara Lubelski, and Wednesday Knudsen. Heels in the Aisle is the slipshod, burnt-out, mid-'70s unter-prog comedown to their debut's backwoods, bushy-tailed, early-'70s, country-rock meanderings-expect more unrestrained riffs, artful studio wizardry, and worn-down introspection. Joining the ranks of bloodshot-eyed, blues-rock medleys à la Canned Heat's \"Parthenogenesis\" and Grand Funk's \"Into The Sun,\" \"The SDSPS\" is the nearly side-length opening cut, an expanded song-cycle condensing and riffing on the themes of their debut. \"Help Me\" ventriloquizes Pomona College outlaw Kris Kristofferson's slow-roaring ballad of libidinal woe. On the flip side, \"Verrazano Tile\" and the title track pay heed to lower bays of Staten Island, while their arrangement of the traditional Zimbabwean tune \"Guabi Guabi\" is a bright Dead\/Feat-like jaunt with blissed-out wah-wah pay-off. \"Gaslight Boulevard\" is lean, mean, and eight-beers-in space rock, and the closing track \"Kekule's Ring\" is a slack-jawed, wistful crash back down to earth. All this, packaged in a luxe, expertly-printed sleeve photographed by downtown artist Lary 7 and designed by Eric Wrenn (Sophie's Oil of Every Pearl's Un-Insides). For fans of Meat Puppets, Ronnie Milsap, Traffic's John Barleycorn Must Die, the oceanic ebullience of the sacred, and the salty tang of the profane.\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cdiv data-bt-autogen\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTracklist:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003col\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eThe SDSPS\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eHelp Me\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eVerrazano Tile\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eHeels in the Aisle\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eGuabi Guabi\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eGaslight Boulevard\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eKekule's Ring\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ol\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eUPC:\u003c\/strong\u003e 783970982711\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLabel:\u003c\/strong\u003e Blank Forms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRelease Date:\u003c\/strong\u003e 10.4.24\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eFormat:\u003c\/strong\u003e Vinyl\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Gray\/Smith","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58292111474769,"sku":"357248","price":28.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0620\/5023\/8545\/files\/4364973-3222511.jpg?v=1760739444","url":"https:\/\/apocalypsevinyl.com\/products\/heels-in-the-aisle-lp","provider":"Apocalypse Vinyl","version":"1.0","type":"link"}