BEST NEW ARTIST: QUINN LEWIS

10/23/17
Quinn Lewis

Some people call him the soul of our generation.
Some people call him the soul SINGER of our generation.
I call him Quinn Lewis.

Any and/or all of us could very reasonably be correct. Only time will tell.

Quinn is an Australian songwriter currently residing in the songwriting capital of the world, Nashville Tennessee. He’s making quite the name for himself as a powerhouse musician with a legion of adoring fans clued in to a something we’re just getting to now. Thus we are making up for lost time and naming him We Are: The Guard’s “Best New Artist.” Quinn’s music is moving with chill production and vibey beats that will get every intellectual pop-soul-future-coffeedrinking-bookreading-nickmurphyloving-heartbroken fool on board with this stupendous singer.

 

SLIPPING

Neo-Soul, Indie Future Pop, Sam Smithing— whatever you want to call it. This song gets us right in the feels. Quinn Lewis’ soulful voice could read the dictionary to us and we’d be engaged, but a song about the heart ache of love slipping through your hands is the kind of universal message we can all relate to. If you don’t quietly sing this to yourself every time you’re alone in the rain, thinking about your ex, than something is wrong with you. Do you have an emotional blockade? Whens the last time you cried? Go ahead try. Quinn’s here for you.

 

QUINN LEWIS - "SLIPPING" (STRIPPED LIVE)

spotify Check out the Stripped down Live version on LiveNation’s Ones to Watch Presents. It turns this future-soul belter into a bare and exposed expression of love lost. Sure, that’s to be expected with the acoustic piano version of anything song. Just shush and watch. Enjoy this beautiful art as nature intended. Without computers.

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