A student in my Song Factory class at the New School a couple of years ago has just released his first album. His style is outside my usual listening tastes, but I admire how personal and specific his tracks are: the found sounds, the synth bleeps, the noisy analog tape recording, the layered vocals.
Carson loves intentionally detuned guitars and synths. Check out the last song, “Hurry”, which has a seasick pitch wobble like a warped record. Every time you think that the creative possibilities of rock have been exhausted, someone like Carson comes along and says, okay, but what about the universe of pitches in between the piano keys? It was a real joy having this guy in class, and I’m glad everyone else gets to enjoy his music too.