Credit: Ben Rouse
Trevor Sensor’s voice and lyrics belies his 23 years of life. His nasally deliver and the biting commentary on his subjects harkens to a time when folk singers were among the loudest voices in social commentary. And while I stick the folk label on Sensor, this is by no means just a man and guitar. Produced by Jonathan Rado and Richard Swift at Steve Albini’s studio the 11 tracks all deliver a
Sensor’s small town roots seem to a theme here. Born and raised in Sterling, IL (about 100 miles west of Chicago), before stretching his legs at Central College in Iowa; pouring over the works of Kierkegaard, Proust, Eggars and Henry Miller. It’s a combo that translates well throughout the album.
Andy Warhol was a man fascinated by pop culture. Sensor mixes that fascination with the plight of the common man throughout the album. High Beams sees the protagonist wanting on the unattainable Hollywood dream from afar. While In Hollywood, Everyone is Plastic sees that dream collapse. Throughout the album, the tunes are fleshed out with a backing band. But he closes the album with just an acoustic (bar a small solo) on the lovely Starborne Eyes.
Sensor’s debut LP gives me the same feeling that Joe Pug’s Messenger did back in 2010. Like Pug, Sensor is a man wise beyond his years.
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