with Pearie Sol

Songbyrd Presents
Downstairs, All Ages

DOORS: 7:00 PM // SHOW: 8:00 PM



Songbyrd Presents

Monday October 21, 2019


In another life, Jimmy Whispers was James Cicero, vocalist and frontman for Chicago-based indie pop ensemble Light Pollution. After that group dissolved some years back, Whispers adopted his childhood nickname—he was a soft-spoken kid—for his solo work. His keyboard demos attracted the attention of fellow lo-fi eccentric Ariel Pink, who invited him to open a few of his shows. Whispers may have appeared as a kindred spirit to Pink, but the Midwestern songwriter approaches his work with far less theatricality and chaos than the volatile L.A. figure. His quick, sweet debut Summer in Pain is pared down to the basics, spelling out heartbreak and frustration with a tried-and-true palette of organs, drum machines, and a world-weary tremble.

"Jimmy Whispers is underground pop's next cult leader" -Entertainment Weekly

"The longing to be heard, and the desperation of admitting that to an iPhone and not to a person, makes Whispers' simplistic refrains like "Tell me that the love you have wasn't real" all the more raw." -Pitchfork

"This is the kind of music that embraces the introspective look at life, where mentally you feel like you're walking into a wall over and over and over again-until you widen your perspective and realize that, shit, there was a door right next to you the entire time." -Noisey


Imagine an old crow with a broken wing hopping around on the keyboard of an out of tune piano. Let your imagination take the timbre of the mournful ‘caws’ and insert the anxious anguished thoughts and dreams of a hurt child.

Pearie Sol taps into something deep inside us all, singing from a vulnerable place that may make the average listener uncomfortable. The tone of the vocals and keyboards can come across as harsh and dissonant. Though it may not seem like it at first glance, the playing is incredibly musical and the lyrics full of truth with clever turns of phrase.

The genre of the music is difficult to pin down and only upon close inspection can one start to pick out notes of punk, blues, bebop, and even classical. All of these moods have been blended together into a harsh soup served cold without a spoon. This music is not meant for the casual listener, in fact in may not be meant for anyone at all, but what is delivered by Pearie Sol is something purely unique, individual, and exceptionally beautiful.