STRINGS AND SINGS AND SHAKES HIS THING / Jon Cotton
Jon Cotton is the adopted apostle of appropriation. Raised on Fred Astaire and the Fresh Prince of Bel air, tethering the cocky and the cavalier. A superficial reflection of a hipster's ethnocentric swagger. A crooner in a snap back, a front man doing the frezno in a fedora. He can teach you how to dougie and how to drink a single malt. Sung out on Sinatra and D'Angelo, the men who taught him to believe in sex and chivalry, in the hexing power of a song to change her heart and if you're lucky her mind. Strung out on Death Cab and Tame Impale, the bands who taught him to believe in allegory and atmosphere. From Vaudeville to 808's, Jon will meet you between Gene Kelly and Frank Ocean on the edge of a stage and the beginning of reverie, where Gospel in a message not a genre.
BEATS AND CRACKS / J Grim (Grimmy Jay)
The only drummer is Animal, the only hero is Spiderman. Hanging from a web everything's on its head, I call it upside down hip hop.
FAT BOTTOM JOY / Charlie Cutter
You can fly, you can fight, you can crow. Dayum the avenger is back and the Book is waiting.
OUTER SPACE, INNER CHIMES / P. IXThe greatest synthesizers are the orchestras and choirs that faithfully fill cathedrals every Sunday and parade melodies that bed the Eucharist.