Staring smugly off the cover of his debut double album, “The Headphone Masterpiece,” DIY-soul upstart Cody ChesnuTT looks more than a little full of himself. High-fives from both critics and bands like The Roots and The Strokes could be to blame, but ChesnuTT’s condition is probably more a case of delayed gratification than a swollen ego. After his band, Crosswalk, dumped him when record contracts fell through, the Atlanta native took refuge in a bedroom studio he dubbed “the sonic promiseland.” He emerged years later, with this lo-fi odyssey through R&B, hip-hop and rock ‘n’ roll.
Like most street poets with a screw loose, ChesnuTT’s prose is prolific and puerile. With an average track time hovering under two minutes, he is able to breakdance, cry on your shoulder and hump your leg all in the time it would take him to squeeze into those tight leather pants he fancies.
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