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Some acts shouldn't play festivals. The Secret Sisters, two women with an acoustic guitar passed between them and only one CD out, couldn't capture the imagination of a healthy assembly no matter how pretty their harmonies or charming their banter. At the end of their hourlong set, the audience was but a handful. It certainly wasn't the songs. Time-tested classics from Hank Williams, George Jones, the Everly Brothers, and Patsy Cline; a couple of obscurities from Skeeter Davis and Patience & Prudence; and a few originals made a neat stylistic fit with a sound that brings to mind 1958. Thus it's no surprise that T Bone Burnett champions the Alabama natives; they're a natural fit with his O Brother, Where Art Thou? aesthetic. An intimate venue – or even Bass Concert Hall, where they wowed a full house opening for Ray LaMontagne and Levon Helm last fall – and not a open field would've been more appropriate for what they so gorgeously accomplish.
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