The Sun Splits For... The Blind Swimmer

So I would imagine that you’d have one look at the photo of King Darves we have here and think “Oh brother! Another guy with a beard getting over what looks like a bad case of the clap and an acoustic guitar. Where’s my axe?” So we’re not gonna put it up here. (Mystique, dig?) But it’s really not like that, I tell you! The bedrock of King Darves’ New Brunswick based concoction is certainly folk based but there’s no headband and he’s not singing of pixies in the moss. This is somewhere between rolled cigs and the foggy vision of Big Pink from somewhere on Jersey Avenue, or maybe a one-manned Meat Puppets. This kid has really cobbled something together in his kitchen sink! The Sun Splits For… The Blind Swimmer will shock and please when the prettiest sound of his deep, rich voice comes out of yr headphones, and it’ll make you tap yr toes and nod yr head like a little goil.

~ T Rettman