Some things donâ€™t need to be defined. Some arenâ€™t meant to be in a box, held in proverbial captivity. They inherently defy a need for classification.
BANKS makes music. Great music. Why not just stop there? Allow her to be a siren for a generation, beckoning for self discovery. She begs for it.
Conveying her sound seems almost unfair. Itâ€™s built on a simple notion of emotion. Perhaps that explains the near explosion of eager fans frantic to share their own discovery, ultimately propelling this songstressâ€™ art to the top of Hypem charts.
A toy keyboard is all it took to awaken the inevitable. That evolved into a piano. The [Read more]