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The Everybodyfields

8 p.m. Thursday, April 3. Lucas School House, 1220 Allen Avenue

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By Roy Kasten

Published on April 02, 2008 at 8:41am

The Everybodyfields hail from the high and lonesome terrain of Johnson City, Tennessee, which sits 100 miles east of Knoxville in the heart of the Smoky Mountains. With some of Lambchop's electric spaciousness and even more of early Whiskeytown's country-rock storytelling, Jill Andrews and Sam Quinn turn the wreckage of their own romance into the languid confessions of Nothing Is Okay. Their 2007 Ramseur debut (Ramseur's home to old-time punks The Avett Brothers), Okay is an album of shining pedal steel, angry electric guitars, stately piano and ex-lovers' harmonies. They're relentless in their pitch-perfect country pleas, building metaphors out of cancer and dreams to get at what hurts and why — and then singing that pain straight into the clear blue mountain skies.