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If we’re honest, the true weight of any band or artist is chiefly determined by how they translate to us in a live performance setting. Can they breach that intangible border between the stage and the gathered onlookers? Can they slip in like a steady rising state of inebriation, steal our attention, lift our emotions, and ultimately draw us into their world? Does their energy continue to vibrate within us well after the last chords have been played and our daily life comes to reclaim us? These are probably some of the questions one writer from Rolling Stone Magazine had running through his head before he proclaimed The Statesboro Revue as one of the highlights of the 2009 South By Southwest Conference and Festival. The Statesboro Revue goes back to 2008, but the evolving vision of front man and primary songwriter Stewart Mann goes back much further. It’s a journey down many roads, leading from Texas to Tennessee, to California and back, all in a search for that perfect, unspoiled place for his music to grow roots. Year after year, city after city, it became clear that those roots had taken hold on stage and from there grew into a groove orientated, old school roots rock and roll band, the likes of which has not been seen in quite some time. Never being afraid to aim high, The Statesboro Revue released their debut album, DIFFERENT KIND OF LIGHT, which was produced by GRAMMY Award-Winner David Z (Prince, Jonny Lang, Buddy Guy, Govt Mule) in 2009. Hitting the Texas Music Chart with 2 Top 20 singles, the AAA Chart with a Top 75, and the Americana Chart with a Top 40, the blues rock effort quickly drew a dedicated fan base to their stages, but was just a prelude to the tour de force that is their latest album, RAMBLE ON PRIVILEGE CREEK, which was released on April 16th, 2013. Described by Mann as earthier and catchier, the latest album is pure living energy that winds through light and lofty atmospheres down through the depths of sweet Celtic miseries and over to angry growls through clenched teeth…all without ever losing that gypsy pulsation that is the very definition of rock and roll.