It’s a soaring trip into the unknown for a classically-weaned disco baby with a rock-n-roll soul.
Trevor’s windswept voice and unusual sidekick, a beat-up cello, take you on a journey into the less-traveled corners of roots and rootlessness. From Brooklyn to Berlin, Britain, Brazil, Buenos Aires and back, this runaway visits us with a sexy original sound and songs. The whispered message: Give in to the sublime. It glides over a gently pulsing groove that’s not quite bass, definitely not guitar – yet possesses a smooth resonance coveted by both.