The Carolinas breed some out there shit, man. Asheville, NC native Jackson Scott is one of them. His bio is full of high-brow jargon, which I’m sure he didn’t write himself, but after absorbing a few songs the connection begins to emerge. With his first musical memory being that of hearing Nirvana at four years
Melbourne is far from a typical summer album release. Far from what I would expect to come out of Asheville, N.C. or Fat Possum Records. Instead, Jackson Scott’s dripping, echoing vocals and fuzzed out songs sound like they’ve come from a dingy Brooklyn apartment during the coldest part of February. Listening to Melbourne, I was
It was a good week for music this past few days. Kristen talked to Ben Schneider from Lord Huron, who struck her as “a thoughtful and well spoken individual with an uncanny aura of passion and intelligence,” and who regaled her with tales of the road, outdoors inspiration, and the history of the band. Daughn Gibson’s