Jacob Banks rarely opens his eyes when he sings. He shuts them tight as he stands still; his sneaker-clad right foot poised slightly forward in prime defensive stance, while his sometimes fluid, sometimes erratic hand movements betray a small glimpse into the world he sees behind his eyelids.
That, as well as his booming, gravelly voice, of course. Etched and jagged, with persevering undertones of hope, Banks’ vocals welcome an intense vulnerability where burdens of pain and truth are laid bare — a kind of beautiful transparency that instantly fills you with an understanding that Jacob Banks was meant to be an artist. Continue reading →