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Young, gifted, and white, Memphis resident Branan can’t rid himself of either troublesome dames or the long shadows of his forebears. But why would he want to? The nervy brat writes a song called “Jolene,” falls in love at “Skateland South,” and folds time and Tennessee into criminally melodic folk-pop. —Arion Berger