Published June 2009, OffBeat Louisiana Music & Culture Magazine, Volume 22, No. 6 From the article, "The Rest of the Fest".

New Orleans has a long history of amazing performers whose legend never completely translates to the outside world. Somehow, Jazz Fest mediates between New Orleans and the outside world, and the moment when a local artist breaks through at the festival is a spectacular thing to witness. This fest it happened to Glen David Andrews, and when I say it happened to him, it was as if some otherworldly force took over him during a performance in the Gospel Tent that was completely transformative.

His latest album is a gospel session in which Andrews feels secondary to the events surrounding him. At the Gospel Tent, he was a combination of James Brown and Prince fronting an outstanding gospel band that included his cousin Troy Andrews on trumpet. He wore a white suit and immediately took emotional control of the tent, which was packed with almost all white festgoers who were definitely not regular sanctified worshippers. Andrews had them fervently chanting “Help Me Jesus” and screaming as he doffed the white coat with a flourish. He jumped into the crowd and created a frenzy on the floor. There were the usual photo flashers, but people were clamoring to touch him, to take a spark from this burning light of a spiritual force in their midst. “Anybody out there want a blessing?” He asked and they screamed affirmation; he was preaching and literally everyone was with him on the call-and-response “Thank you Jesus / Thank you Lord,” over and over again, ecstatic in what would be an intensely sexual way in any other setting.

At the close of his set, Andrews got the whole crowd singing “Glory, Glory Hallelujah,” jumped into the crowd again and suddenly Quint Davis was in center stage like he was going to talk Andrews to the end of the set: “This is New Orleans sanctified music,” Davis announced, “one of the great talents of New Orleans music, Glen David Andrews!” Andrews put his white coat back on as the band vamped. Looked like it’s over, but No! It was the end of the James Brown show, the white coat slipped off the shoulder and Andrews removed it in one powerful, sexually charged gesture. He danced again and had the crowd chanting. He and Troy were grinning like schoolkids, wrapped in each other’s arms until the MC finally regained control of the stage. (John Swenson)