Existential slacker blues nonpareil, Mississippi’s favorite son Knowlton Bourne has produced a debut record that deserves the type kudos we reserve for the preternaturally talented ‘very young.’ Just 23 years old and thus defining ‘precocious,’ Mr Bourne’s brand of molasses-grooved rock’n’roll has a thematic affinity with the Kurt Vile-Adam Granduciel axis of unsprung indie naturalism that suggests some sort of underground musical railway link between the magnolia mellow sway of his deep Southern roots and the urban stoner reflexes being explored up north in Philly and Minn/St Paul. Whatever, SEM is proud to present the debut single from Knowlton Bourne, who’s insatiably sweet mojo has seduced (and reduced) us into a state of helplessly acquiescent, head-nodding bliss. Full album review coming soon, but in the meantime, drink in the syrupy, ecstatic sound of the new New South.
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