“Former teenage stoners who yearn for the culturally incorrect Zeppelin records they sold off in college have a dependable friend in Royal Trux. The band has the Drag City stamp of hipster approval, yet they get to make strutting, ballsy guitar rock that channels British Invasion blues, *Nuggets*-era garage, and mid-70s Aerosmith, all the while pretending that punk never happened. How did Royal Tru”
