There’s something very (David) Lynchian about the demeanor of Blitzen Trapper, Portland’s rollicking alt-country golden boys. Dark glasses, uncut hair, and songs with a proclivity for trance-like interludes shattered with high-octane guitar fits. That, or the other end of the spectrum, stripped-down folk constructions about murderers and heavy drinkers. In addition, the group played its […]