Damon Fowler plays blues-rock—think slide guitar with a fuzzed-out twang—designed for sweltering, dusty barrooms. The smacking snap of drums and boom of electric bass ricochet between walls, finally collapsing in a glorious mess. Appropriately, Fowler sits down, not out of exhaustion, but to stoke the fires even more with his whining lap steel or ringing dobro. Alternating between highs and lows, Fowler's hushed, soulful vocals build into a raspy, pained shout. His latest release, Devil Got His Way, came out earlier this year. —Andrew Ritchey