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The chemical reaction of synth-pop polish and cowpunk twang creates two products. One is the shit currently being troweled out of Nashville. The other is the quirky songplay of folks such as this Casio-driven Austin duo, who pinged easy targets (religion, Republicans) like so many rural-route mailboxes but never took themselves too seriously. —Pamela Murray Winters