With a deceptively simple sound of an old country or blues record, his sound is at once raw and vulnerable, but distilled through a caustic brilliant prism of sound. Connors freshly weaves a view of emotion and experience; lyrical branches wound densely in and out of darkness and diffused light. His own raw and vulnerable sound journey can do any listener a great service. And if you've ever feel the limb snap, it may just be his dry wit.
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