Harp Magazine Review

The Everybodyfields
Nothing Is Okay
(Ramseur)

The Everybodyfields exist where fall and winter meet.  Jill Andrews and Sam
Quinn's dulcet vocal melodies are crisp and bracing as the autumn air,
wafting through a small clutch of leafless oaks.  Those oaks - naked and
lonely in the receding winter light - echo the longing peals of old-timey
fiddle and lap steel, as the music teeters at the edge of despair.  The
Johnson City, Tenn., quartet's folk-pop fragility recalls Elliott Smith
draped in dark Southern gothic.  The stunning opening track, "Aeroplane,"
jangles alluringly with fiddle and guitar reverb haunting the background
while Quinn and Andrews harmonize over a "love them/set them free" tale.
"What holds me up / Is going to burn me in the turn around," Quinn sings
mournfully.  "Life has the sweetest refrain."  Apropos of the title,
melancholia seeps into every corner, from the aching Americana of "Birthday"
to the rootsy rock swell of "Don't Turn Around," and even the pleading
country misnomer, "Everything is Okay."  Sadness can be so beautiful.

- Chris Parker