The Red Clay Strays never set out to captivate country music. Even though they accidentally became Nashville’s latest heroes, that’s still the case. “We’re country boys,” Brandon Coleman tells me. “We were all raised in the South, and we were all raised on country music. But we just make whatever noise we make when we make our art, and it’s too exhausting to try to stick to a genre.” The Strays’ frontman is seated at a table with his bandmates at Green Valley Ranch, a swanky casino-resort in

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