Description
Milo Medrano hails from humble Fresno, California and he does his often driven-past hometown justice. His raspy voice, steely guitar, and hard-livin' lyrics exhale the scent of brown liquor and cigarettes. There is a certain dignity in anonymity, and Medrano has crowned himself the "Champion of Mediocrity," but his self-imposed title is sham. Medrano is undeniably talented. He subtly experiments with the conventions of folk rock, crafting both ambient tunes for cruising down an abandoned interstate and the casual laments that a porch-dwelling, old-timer might sing in one of the dusty crannies of California. Other artists might take you somewhere with their music, Medrano brings his home with him.
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