JUSTIN WELLS

There is a duality to Justin Wells. There is rough and there is vulnerable. Loud electric guitars, a whispered ballad. Frenzied, then glacial. Kentucky, Louisiana. Ebb and flow.

Heart music.

He’s suddenly in the room, on the stage, undeniable, daring the listener to look anywhere but here. His band weaves around him, physically, musically. There’s no sell. You get the feeling that stage would get the same show if no one saw it. It’s a “has to be.” There is sweat, there is toil, there is a man going. through. it.