I’ve been a fan of Jon Caro (center, holding the impossibly cute french bulldog) for a number of years, ever since he emerged on the bumbling SoCal indie scene at the dawn of the oughts with a uniquely earnest pop effort, Stairwell.
You’ve gotta love a guy that devotes his pen and pipes to tunes on the sweeter side, opting for delicate odes rather than angry anthems. It’s kinda like being Malkmus instead of Mould, or Harvey instead of Gordon–not as easy as it looks.
Or maybe it is, for some people.
Listen to Jon and his compatriots here.
I think it works, Bri!
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