Grant Britt

Lee Bains has gone folky on his latest release, Old-Time Folks, but he ain't no easygoing troubadour. His lyrics resonate with folk-flavored protest themes, but his delivery system is nowhere near the stool-perching acoustic pundits of yore. The Alabama native's music has been labeled Southern punk

Once upon a time in Raleigh, North Carolina, for about 10 bucks total, you could get the best sandwich in town and a dose of red-hot rockin’ honky-tonk courtesy of Kenny Roby. Like a punky John Prine, Roby rocked the joint with folky country-flavored yee-haw music with an alt label

Ben Harper is a master of trickeration. That's the term gospel icons The Dixie Hummingbirds used to describe what their lead singer Ira Tucker did: in-your-face showmanship that soul men lifted right out of church, the gospel aspects of the music trying to bust out and leap across

From the title of his debut album, Who Is He?, you might assume that Dylan Triplett might be having an identity crisis. But nothing could be further from the truth. Triplett is a 21-year-old from St. Louis who just sings his ass off on this very impressive debut on the

“Bluegrass will not let me leave,” Peter Rowan insists. But that doesn't mean he’ll be confined by any boundaries that fans, critics, or artists may put on the genre. Rowan has impeccable bluegrass cred, having been a member of Bill Monroe's Blue Grass Boys as

Charlie Musselwhite must have access to some magic formula unavailable to the rest of us mere mortals. His music is timeless, his voice virtually unchanged since he started putting out music six decades ago. He's toured and recorded with a stellar array of artists as diverse as Hot