Cloud-Wow Music

If you went back in time to 1956, got Jerry Lee Lewis feeling a little loose, took him to see a Flash Gordon movie and asked him to close his eyes and imagine what kind of music would be coming out of Memphis in the futuristic paradise that awaits mankind beyond the year 2000, the Killer might very well answer dreamily, "Cloud-Wow, darlin' Cloud-Wow." Forget the warn out overexposed sound of one hand clapping, Shelby Bryant's music expresses the jubilant and until this time unthinkable sound of one Charles Brown kicking Lucy's elusive football over the sun -- with a soundtrack courtesy of an all new electric Schroder. It pours from the speakers like vibrating sheets of some dark and viscous liquid heated to precisely womb temperature. It wraps around you tight as a bug's birthday suit, and makes you grin like an idiot who's just too tickled to be alive. "Wow," is without a doubt an understatement.

Shelby Bryant first burst onto the Memphis scene in the mid-nineties with the