For anyone who feels that beach/dream pop is constantly on a plain of rainbows and distortion, Jack Frederick might be the guy for you.
Jack Frederick hails from Brooklyn, NY, creating experimental dream pop, which variates between acoustic guitars and vintage casio synthesisers. On his latest release In My Dreams, a story that is more bitter than bitter-sweet, Frederick balances his melancholic lyrics with a slew of spring influences, bringing life to his own dilapidated tale of rejection and general bad tidings, which will strongly resonate with many.
Imagine if Daughter had written lyrics for Smith Westerns. It’d be more than likely that it would have sounded a lot like this.
This is brilliant writing. Its what we all hope we never have to feel, yet so many do.