Forged in the fires of Midwestern open mic nights, where he could reasonably play a Cole Porter cover sandwiched between Pulp and D'angelo songs, Joshua McCormack sounds, well, different from typical singer-songwriters. From Chicagoland to Tucson he traveled with his family, spending nights in storm stricken single neighborhood towns somewhere in the panhandle, until he found himself in the Sonoran desert.
Now he's writing songs again.
From the acoustic leanings Lights Out 4 Baby Grand, to the raw ballads and theatrical epics of The Funeral of the Siren, to the electronic/rock/pop/blues/folk hybrid of The Phantom King, he's always pushed himself in new directions of both songwriting and sound.
He's brewing up a new concoction, exploring what it means to be a solo songwriter, focusing on colorfully abstract, yet relatable lyrics while also playing with melodic and rhythimic complexity