Touch Me Nots: Sometimes when listening to back-to-basics and roots-inspired music, I can get into it from an almost academic/archaeological standpoint. It’s good, I like it, it holds its own, glad I heard it. But The Touch Me Nots do more. They make me want to sway, to snarl, to dance and make me feel like I’m living in today, even if they sorta sound like yesterday in the best possible sense. Nice. Grave Blankets: Hmmm. I hear what they’re going for: Gun Club via The Gibson Brothers, but I just ain’t spooning up what they’re slopping down at their cafeteria. Sorry, but I’ll be reaching for the Bassholes for that.