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“IT DOESN’T FEEL REAL, TRULY.” — BRANDON COLEMAN, HOLDING HIS 2ND ACM AWARD IN 2 YEARS. The Red Clay Strays just won ACM Group of the Year at the 61st ACM Awards in Las Vegas. Brandon Coleman held the trophy, looked out at the room, and said those words like he still couldn’t process where he was standing. But they weren’t done yet. They stepped back onto the stage. A full gospel choir — led by 3-time Grammy winner Shannon Sanders — walked out behind them. And when they opened “Demons In Your Choir,” the lead single from their upcoming album Grateful, something in the room changed. It stopped feeling like an awards show. It felt like Sunday morning. Coleman sang every line like it was personal. The choir didn’t just support him — they lifted the whole performance past what any band alone could do. The crowd at the MGM Grand rose to their feet. This is a band from Mobile, Alabama that opened for the Rolling Stones in 2024. And right now, they sound like they’re exactly where they’re supposed to be.

Brandon Coleman Says It “Doesn’t Feel Real” After The Red Clay Strays Win ACM Group of the Year

At the 61st ACM Awards in Las Vegas, The Red Clay Strays reached a moment that felt bigger than a trophy. Brandon Coleman held the ACM Group of the Year award in his hands, looked out across the room, and said, “It doesn’t feel real, truly.” It was an honest reaction, and it fit the night perfectly. For a band that has spent years building something from the ground up, the recognition felt both earned and surprising.

This was not just another industry win. It was their second ACM Award in two years, a sign that The Red Clay Strays are no longer a band on the rise. They are a band in command of the room. The moment carried extra weight because of where they came from: Mobile, Alabama, with a sound shaped by grit, heart, and a kind of old-school sincerity that fans connect with quickly.

A Night That Turned Into Something Bigger

After accepting the award, The Red Clay Strays were not finished. They returned to the stage for a performance that changed the mood inside the MGM Grand. A full gospel choir joined them, led by three-time Grammy winner Shannon Sanders, and the whole setting shifted in an instant. What had started as an awards-show appearance suddenly felt intimate and spiritual.

They performed “Demons In Your Choir,” the lead single from their upcoming album Grateful, and Brandon Coleman delivered every line with clear emotion. The choir did more than support the band; it expanded the performance into something larger, giving the song a sense of lift and urgency that the audience could feel right away. As the final notes rang out, the crowd rose to its feet.

It stopped feeling like an awards show. It felt like Sunday morning.

From Mobile To The World Stage

The Red Clay Strays have earned attention not by chasing trends, but by staying true to what makes them distinctive. Their sound blends country, rock, soul, and gospel in a way that feels lived-in rather than manufactured. That is part of why their success has resonated so strongly. When a band sounds this confident on a stage this large, people notice.

In 2024, The Red Clay Strays opened for The Rolling Stones, a major milestone for any group. That kind of opportunity does not happen by accident. It comes from momentum, credibility, and the kind of stage presence that can hold its own in front of huge audiences. Now, with another ACM win and a performance that left the room standing, the band seems to be entering a new chapter.

A Band Standing Exactly Where They Belong

Moments like these can feel fleeting in the music business, but The Red Clay Strays made this one feel grounded. Brandon Coleman’s words captured the disbelief, but the performance captured the confidence. Together, they told the story of a band that still remembers where it came from while standing firmly in a bigger spotlight.

For fans, the night was a reminder that real connection still matters. For The Red Clay Strays, it was proof that the journey has only gotten more meaningful. And for everyone watching, it was clear: this is a band that is exactly where it is supposed to be.

 

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