Eyes Bleed Water
Down to My Grave
There’s something raw about this one. Formerly one half of The Blancos, the artist known as Hueston doesn’t find easement in this wave of commercialism plaguing the music industry of today.
A soul tested and strained in an orchestration of street ragged individualism mixed with a ‘f*ck you’ attitude. Make no mistake time has done nothing short of evolving his sound. Middle school drop out, up and down, Hueston is what the game has been missing. With a voice and energy of a mystic viking, the only thing overshadowing his vocals is his wild fingerings on the six string.This man ain't nothing to play with. Take a seat and admire. Middle fingers up.