Over the years, Tess Parks has compiled over 70 books of poetry (from which she draws her lyrics from), released three critically acclaimed records, toured internationally to sold out clubs over and again, and earned the loyalty of a fanbase only a cult-leader would be capable of.
She has already received all of the validation a young artist could yearn for, from industry nods worth their weight in gold to supporting and sharing the stage with some of rock music’s greatest heroes (Paul ‘Bonehead’ Arthurs, Ride, Jesus and Mary Chain, The Dandy Warhols, etc). With all of that said, it seems as if Tess is only on the verge of releasing her masterpiece (or masterpieces).
When she sings, the crowd is silent. You could hear a needle drop. That is until Tess breaks into some charming banter like, “Fuck yeah! We’re alive. And we won’t always be.” If you were in fact able to take your eyes off of the stage, you would see a sea of people under a spell.
The cult like following has turned into a movement. And Tess is gladly leading us all back into that space within ourselves, both deeply personal and entirely universal. Incredibly relevant yet timeless. Cool and anti-cool. An enigma that doesn’t need solving. Tess Parks is as she’s always been. Her best work is already out there. And her best yet is still to come.
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Sursa: Control Club București
