Perhaps you’ve seen Justin Pearson right before or after a set at one of his shows: calmly arranging equipment, polite and friendly, but not particularly outspoken. He performs, and suddenly there is a man possessed in front of you—full of seemingly impossible contortions, frantic playing pace, and vocals spit so aggressively you wonder if his head might burst right there. His eyes are dark and piercing, and if looks could kill, we’d all be corpses. When thinking of Justin as an artist, there is a multitude of bands/projects one can look to, each of which his musical presence is dis… read more
Perhaps you’ve seen Justin Pearson right before or after a set at one of his shows: calmly arranging equipment, polite and friendly, but not particularly outspoken. He performs, and suddenly there is a man possessed in front of you—full of seemingly impossible contortions, frantic playing pac… read more
Perhaps you’ve seen Justin Pearson right before or after a set at one of his shows: calmly arranging equipment, polite and friendly, but not particularly outspoken. He performs, and suddenly there is a man possessed in front of you—full of seemingly impossible contortions, frantic playing pace, and vocals spit so aggressively you wonder if his head might burst ri… read more
