The Edwards Brothers Fellow CL scribe John Schacht, in the July 4, 2007, issue of this fine alt.weekly, gave us a fine history of Lou Ford, the local legends who are fronted by the brothers Edwards (if you read that story, and you should, you realize they probably wouldn't like being called that. The "legends" part, I mean. And why not? Both songwriters have always mined a progressively populist vein the one artist I never heard the band compared to, interestingly enough, was Woody Guthrie. The last Edwardian release, Lou Ford's Poor Man's Soul, didn't shift all that many units, but it stands neck-and-neck with anything the band's ever done. There's regret, but there's resolution, too. There's self-loathing, but some self-laughing, too. Hell, just go see 'em. Thus ends the longest parenthetical menu blurb ever.). With American Aquarium, The Brilliant Inventions, Rebecca Loebe. The Evening Muse
The Sammies Ever since exiting the humid musical wilds of Wadesboro, N.C., a few years back, The Sams have inspired purplish prose both locally and nationally, and for good reason: They're serious about not taking themselves too seriously. The band's excellent sophomore disc, Sandwich, is the sound of a band learning to dunk on a listener in the lane. It's got that same straight-outta-Athens-circa-'81, country-peppered/garage jangle quality and, indeed, some of it was recorded and mixed in Bulldog country as the group's debut, but doesn't muffle the money shot. Or, if you will, speak with its mouth full. With The Unawares, The Spalding Grays. Visulite Theatre