Taste Test: Dylan Perkons arrives on a ‘Desert Island’
The folk-rock newcomer juggles doubt and fear with his new song.
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We all just want to be heard and our feelings validated. Along our sojourn, however, shame and doubt creep into our skull and sour any sense of worth. We are stricken with fear and put up a barricade to hide from the world. Folk-rock music-man Dylan Perkons basks in the soft morning glow of a downcast spirit, as his own sphere mingles with the crisp, clear dawn. “Desert Island” daringly exhibits the struggle to let himself feel whatever he’s feeling and not be a victim to it. Percussion gallops in the shadow of his gravelly tenor voice, which seems to linger as a ghost trapped in time. “Sure it hurt / But I was always free,” he lets his soul crack in two. But it’s his misery that soon permits him to soar high above the physical world, leaving it all behind as a trail of stardust.
“Desert Island” anchors his debut album, The Healing Day, expected later this year.
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