Scruffy, harmonica-wielding, soulful (and occasionally potty-mouthed) troubadour Brendan Hines — correction, the Brendan Hines — blasts through the singer/songwriter genre with gallows humor, clipped phrasing, and a sweetly nostalgic, matter-of-fact baritone. The foxy, soundtrack-ready folk of Julianna Raye balances the evening with a hint of the angelic.