Here's what intrigues me about Shelby Lynne, the country singer whose new album has been enjoying the sort of blanket media salivation only Dave Eggers can truly appreciate. The Lynne of all the feature stories is basically Jerry Lee Lewis. She grew up in rural Alabama, her dad shot her mom and then killed himself in front of her and her sister; she's a shitkicker who drinks way too much, gets dropped from record labels for rude remarks, and shoots a lousy game of pool. The Lynne I hear on the CD is at least as much Soul II Soul: retro sentiments floated into slightly dated loops by Bill Bottrell, who oversaw the first... More >>>