It’s a rarity to find someone who can say more in their silences than in their words. This is true of James Droll, the brooding electronic-R&B-pop crooner who spends his time observing in the corner of the diviest East Nashville haunts.
Droll’s name is not indicative of his sound; his words can pierce with venom or plea with agony or place barriers between him and loves lost. He’s firmly built his niche in the New-Nashville pop spectrum and sinks his teeth into any of the sounds that are coming from this progressive scene. His pride and conviction will forever keep his listeners and fans