I brush the fuzz off Jackson Scott

Quite enjoyed this debut CD from an NC-based songwriter, working in the same general area as Woods, White Fence, Lotus Plaza and King Tuff. The production is super foggy, but you can hear the songs through it if you concentrate, and anyway, sharpening things up for this kind of artist is almost always a mistake.

My review at Blurt begins...

Jackson Scott, a 20-something home recorder from Ashville, NC, slips radiant bits of pop melody into a slushy mix of static, cymbal clash and jangle. Pretty lines drift in and out of focus, subsumed in an inchoate rainbow hash of unstrung bedroom pop. You live, during this short but intriguing album, for the moments when a song rises up out of the mess and fuzz, the melody taking shape like a cloud takes shape if you look at it long enough. And then, just when you’ve got it (“It’s a frog!” “it’s an angel!” “it’s the guitar lick from the Pixies’ ‘Where Is My Mind?’”), the wind shifts and the outlines dissolve. Melbourne is easy to listen to, but hard to make sense of.

More here.

A not-quite-a-video for "Together Forever."


We are going to try to see the Evens at the Flywheel tonight, though there's no way to buy tickets ahead and I'm worried about getting shut out.

Jackson Scott's Melbourne

Another lonely four-tracker, breaking out of the bedroom in a big (though wistful and diffident) way...here comes Jackson Scott out of Ashville, NC with his new album Melbourne. People are saying Deerhunter and Mac DeMarco, but screw that, let's haul out the high-test comparisons -- The Clean, Guided by Voices, Jesus & Mary Chain, Olivia Tremor Control. This is really good. Never mind that it's on Fat Possum. (That bothered me, too.)





Um, that farm implement site gave him a nod.

There's not much information about this guy on the web yet (nice content-free one-sheet, btw, Forcefield...so glad I looked it up). But I did find this interview on The Schoole of Abuse.