Jackson Scott

Jackson Scott has developed out of a weird audacity; bending spoons with apocalyptic melodies, sugared with solipsistic textures. How did the world conceive this young cosmonaut? A college dropout with a 4-track and a one-track mind. A listener and a conceiver. His voice, whether pitched up or androgynous, speaks of a still life. But painting is meaningless, songs irrelevant, aura outdated if you are a revivalist. Jackson is not.

The upcoming debut Melbourne shows we're all alone together, sharing the same tragedies, ecstasies and phenomenon. He conspired it out of isolation, deprivation and hunger…you can't survive on candy. Jackson's transmutative live act is to that of the occultist – achieving eternal perfection. A trio that is liquidating the senses, seeking the perfect elixir, channeling kraut, punk, surf and pop as one psych rock solvent.

Wet Blankets

Wet Blankets is a purely Midwestern creation. In driving the 10 miles from your Mom’s alpaca farm, to your new girlfriend’s subdivision to shake hands with her old man, then 10 more miles to the mall movie theater, there’s a lot of time to think. It’s a different kind of commute. These songs are the way Wet Blankets fill the space between those destinations and soundtrack the cornfield scenery while you contemplate your next move.



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