"This Is Real Life"- A 'review' by D. Sean Adams and Eric Conroe
These songs you're holding in your hands are filled with stuff like pianos and guitars and voices - many voices, provided by Trevor's very talented ensemble - which themselves are filled with stuff like bees and babies and donkeys and mothers. This music, held up equally by the harmony and dissonance Trevor creates with his ensemble is, as he says in the song "Colin", blanketed in choices.
Trevor is, above all else, ambidextrous. One arm shoots straight and true as the other punches through rhythms and genres without scruple. The noises are true and human, so much so that the listener recognizes them as sounds of her own throat. Rarely does there emerge a musical voice that conveys such authority and such empathy - while doing so in a truly experimental way.
Trevor's an expert craftsman, but he doesn't use a throwing wheel. His songs are pinch pots. In places they feel inches thick and in others he's squeezed them so thin that you might worry they'll break. But don't, because Trevor is a master pincher, and he'd never make something that couldn't hold your soup.
Trevor's music doesn't pitch its flag and claim ownership. Nor does he wave his flag around. Instead he carries it folded neatly in his back pocket, and he'll show it to you if you ask him, but more likely than not you'll be astounded when you hear him at work. Trevor is only 25, yet he's already clearly joined the proud lineage of the great hollerers, yawping down through the ages. This is not background music or a sonic knick-knack. This is real life, harmonious and dissonant in the same heartbeat. We have the good fortune to be around when Trevor is writing music.
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