Grafton- Blind Horse Campaign CD. No doubt Grafton’s vibe is loaded with coal town sludge, hometown boredom, relationship bitching, and general dark clouds with a chance of shit-kicking. But Grafton's eponymous debut is replaced by a more beefy tough rock sound which lies somewhere between the retro-garage trend that swept in at the turn of the millennium, the Stonehenge rock that preceded Grafton's existence by only a few years and Mudhoney's more primal back catalog. Making the disc work are the absolutely huge guitar riffs. Every song, even the relatively down-tuned AC/DC-boogie of "Sumbitch" and the grinding "Slowpoke," which lives up to its name by moving along at approximately the speed of dirt, is led by a bombastic riff that drives the song into the scuzzed soaked, dusty sunset. Grafton are in the fine tradition of buckshot rock jerked through Nirvana's rotting corpse. YA!
