Cory Branan is a natural-born storyteller. As with any of his musical and literary pedestal sitters, from John Prine and
Leonard Cohen to Raymond Carver and Márquez, his seemingly
conversational, painstakingly crafted anecdotes benefit from a
hard-eyed stare at hydra-headed experience.
MUTT—Branan’s Bloodshot debut—also bears the marks
of his “American gumbo” heritage: a winding path from
nascent guitar shredder in the small, state-line town of
Southaven, Mississippi, to fledgling troubadour in Memphis’
lauded underground music scene, and now a Nashville-based
itinerant road warrior thrilling Thunderdomes as varied as…
