J Fernandez

Like the musical equivalent of an enormous Sunday roast, J Fernandez will put you in a trance so deep you won’t be able to move for about four hours. Seedy brass, cosmic riffs and stifled beats rush through warbling, muted filters as the young Chicago based singer songwriter’s fatally subdued vocals simmer somewhere on a dusty horizon. Calling it lo-fi doesn’t do it justice, this is the kind of quote-unquote rock music that could soundtrack a 90s VHS documentary about rainbow chasing as well as it could fill any hip venue in Brooklyn or Berlin. J Fernandez has mastered easy listening anthems for the ears of the complicated loner.