I picked up a copy of "The Great Southern Brood," the debut album by Honey Locust at their release show at the Stone Fox on the last day of February. Shortly thereafter, Nashville froze. By "froze," I mean “experienced mild ice cover,” which was still enough to shut down the city and keep everyone inside. It was also enough to coat every tree branch in ice, which I had the privilege of seeing in the noon sun as I risked the roads. And by "risk," I mean “drove on without incident.” Navigating the peculiar gray-on-gray, hill-after-ice-ensconced-hill was just as surreal as listening to “The Great Southern Brood.” Click HERE for a full review of this album. –Terra James-Jura
