
Every time I think the folk genre has been beaten into the ground as a tired platform, I'm blown away by a voice so wholly unique and unequivocally original I can't help but fall in love all over again. Shakey Graves —the nom de plume of Los Angeles via Texas songwriter Alejandro Rose-Garcia—wields a one of a kind voice that stings with a dark whispery howl and crackle of seduction. The fingerpicked guitar work—soulful and bluesy—and production—loosely layered, and colored with the sparse and shadowy intimacy of an empty motel hallway—prove equally well matched here. [...]
This. What I'm about to show you is what keeps me so head over heels in love with music. More specifically, the music of Shakey Graves. There is such beauty. I realize that's all wide-sweeping and shit, but I'm am consistently confounded at the ability of things like a simple video to move me so far and so fast. Yeah. Again, THAT. Alejandro Rose-Garcia, the man behind Shakey Graves, is apparently working on new material and dare I [...]