New Review: What's That Smell: The Music of Jacob Sterling
For New York Press.
Here's the tease:
Oh, what a wonderful performer Pittu is. Blessed with an elastic face that illuminates a stage, the initial sight of his spiky, blond-tipped hair, largely unbuttoned shirt and red speckled sneakers smacks you like a semiotic tsunami, connoting nothing more or less than total aesthetic quackery. No wonder Sterling’s awards—recalled rapturously by Swagg—include the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter Foundation Genius Grant for Emerging American Composers as well as the TJ Maxx Endowment for Achievement in Lyric Writing.
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