Jim E. Brown

Brown’s content isn’t for the faint of heart. At times, the imagery of his lyrics—such as washing down fried foods with a dozen beers while yellowed with jaundice and being convinced that he’ll die of a stroke due to the abnormal viscosity of his blood—made me physically recoil. I had to mentally brace myself to avoid feeling ill. But I can’t deny the existential truth behind all that chaos. It’s bleak. It’s bizarre. I’m clearly overanalysing this, but whatever Jim E. Brown is, he’s saying something, and it makes me laugh.
And that’s why I’ll keep listening.
-Junae Won