Countach - As The Crow Flies
Reviewed by blake
Numbed from hours of driving, I mechanically insert the Countach CD that’s been sitting unnoticed on the passenger seat. The guitar grinds and the drums start thumping. Instinctively, my hand reaches out to turn up the volume as my foot presses down harder on the gas. Thank you, no frills middle-of-America rock; you’ve delivered again. It’s a long straight road ahead, and Minnesota’s never made this much sense. [www.countachrocks.com]