Out in Los Angeles, where weed grows wild and hair grows long, Dawes are some of the most promising purveyors of new-school country folk. Their debut album achieves the rare feat of sounding so authentically vintage that it's hard to complain about how much they echo Creedence here ("God Rest My Soul"), Crosby there ("If You Let Me Be Your Anchor") and the Band elsewhere ("When My Time Comes"). Producer Jonathan Wilson gives the affair a living-room vibe, so that even the boldest songs (the achingly beautiful "That Western Skyline") sound like they arose in the midst of a jam session. And in fact, they just might have.