I was startled (okay, and thrilled) to read about my son on a site called The Fmly. It’s quite a review of his music. Click on the previous link to hear the music and see the video:

It’s not a surprise that by the second track of Henry Crawford‘s latest, the kid from local folkpunk badboys Bad Teeth has already released one of my favorite batch of recordings this year. The Brooklyn sweet-talker currently keepin’ it humble in Chicago has several recordings from this past year highlighted on ¿Quien Es? ¿Quien Es?, experimental folk anthems for secret admirers and best friends alike. Honey dipped crooning for the house of mirrors gaze, Henry fries his voice to sizzle through gentle and honest insights, mesmerizing key melodies, and a simple blown out drum machine. Just that kinda sweet listening that keeps you warm inside so that whiskey won’t have to for the night, a fucking gem through and through. Recommended if ya dig the sounds of earlier abrasive Why? recordings, Smog, and the feeling of a sweetheart bearing his soul. We got faith in ya boy, keep doin’ it real.

Photo: Leia Jospe