Indie Darkroom Music Magazine

Boyd Shropshire grew up on a swath of eastern Florida land on the Atlantic known as the Space Coast.  Since then he has been piecing together collages of sound from a seemingly bottomless well of psychedelic pop and noise-folk imagination.  From the rolling waves to the tree canopy to the Astoria neighborhood he now calls home, Boyd is a bedroom nomad and he wants you to  come inside.  Preferring the relaxed atmosphere and intimacy of home-recording, he takes a clip art approach to songs that aren’t afraid to splash color outside the lines. A bird chirp here, a bus there, wandering tape hiss and background murmur will coalesce with sounds from across the world into warm, hand-crafted compositions.  His arrangements are the lake house love child of Townes Van Zandt and Peter Tosh, conceived in a bed of tasteful echo and analog reverb.  And, like the aforementioned Texan, Boyd’s songs are lyrically dense and cryptic at the same time, paintings of bare kitchens and dust motes floating in the sunlight.  There is a traveler’s sensibility to what the songs are trying to express, dissecting confusion, love and resolve while essentially hovering above the fray.  There comes a point where the line between subject and object dissolves and his visions are now yours and you are wearing his headphones.

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