If you could spread Henry JK’s voice on a piece of toast it’d taste sweet like honey and pack a peanut butter punch too. Henry often descends into the minor key with his reflections on love and missed opportunity in soothing dulcet tones. But beneath there’s an adamance that filters through – declaring he ‘wont let my mind be taken by this loving, wont let my mind be taken by this feeling, won’t let myself waste away’. His few tracks on SoundCloud are acoustic tunes, one man and his guitar, and we definitely agree with the comments they reap, telling him he’s ‘so fuckin good man’. Check him out for yourself if you’re looking for some soulful songs to warm you up this winter.
Words by Anjelica Barbe
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