Psychobilly blues conjurer infused
with a melancholically hopeful Gospelish stomp . . .
He sings just as unapologetically as he arranges his bass, drums, and guitars. He doesn’t posses a great voice, or a classically bluesy voice, or a classically rock voice, nor does he have the sort of voice that’s “seen things.” Not that you don’t see things when your listening to Shaffer’s, One More Heartache. You see all sorts of great things − duck tails and syringes and back alleys and dancers dancing hard to his music.
But Shaffer’s voice, like his music, like his musical tastes that have influenced his music, just is what it is. It’s take it or leave it. A bit haunting, a bit raw, a bit in your face. But knowing, almost intellectual. And with an unusually Gospel hopefulness lurking just beneath as well. The kind of hopefulness that has the veracity of pain and sacrifice to it. Damn fine. Just really damn fine.
▬ Devon Jackson