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When the Two Gallants’ first album, The Throes, was released, a friend from Portland recommended them them to me, explaining that they’d be right up my alley. I liked the songs and their energy, but most of the record was a bit too harsh for me, and their stuff never fully caught. I continued to listen, and last year I heard some promising live tracks in advance of their new album, What The Toll Tells, that kept me curious.