The Nels Cline Singers, who don’t really sing, ignite Johnny Brenda’s On a day when Philadelphia hit 103 degrees, the guitar of Nels Cline often sounded like it had been left to bake on the sun heated sidewalk, emitting the squawks, squeals and crunch of fried circuits and melted strings screaming in agony. Nels Cline,…
The Nightly Music Soundscape
