It’s deep in the midst of Fall and you take a drive at night. You don’t know where and you don’t know why but it doesn’t matter really, does it? You crack the windows and let the crisp air whip through your hair as you cruise through town and think about life. Yours, ours, theirs, anything really to really feel. Now, as you’re on your way home, you press play on on Ben Zaidi’s “Uproar, Uproar” and finally allow yourself to feel those things you’ve been putting off, before you roll up the windows and park for the evening. You let this song stay with you, stuck in your memory, as you climb under the covers and dream of a better tomorrow…



soundcloud Fifteen years ago and Ben Zaidi, a self-dubbed “poet-songwriter producing intimate, plaintive songs,” would have probably made music like Connor Oberst: big emotive cry for help tunes. But the emotional landscape has changed a lot in the twenty-tens and now we live in a day and age where a man can express himself in minimal electronic landscapes with real-life relatable moments of quiet somberness instead.

This Seattle lo-fi future soul singer songwriter has got that whole Nick Murphy / James Blake thing going on, wearing his influences on his sleeve just as much as he wears his emotions. “Uproar, Uproar” has got all the right starts to an illustrious career for the poet. Can’t wait to hear more.

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