A TWITCHING, SCUFFED ARTIFACT OF LO-FI BEDROOM POP THAT WEARS ITS ANXIETY LIKE A BADGE OF HONOUR
“Steven Bridgewater delivers a shambolic, emotionally raw slice of outsider art that trades polished pop sheen for pure, nervous energy.” To promise a classic pop song while recording on what sounds like a busted four-track tape machine requires a special kind of ballsy gumption. Yet, that is precisely the territory independent artist Steven Bridgewater wades […]





