Have recently discovered the amazing and certainly not gormless Pensacola, Florida sensation Mark Gormley, of the haunting falsetto, jutting hip stance, inexplicable video animation and mise en scene, and trademark pleated jeans, golf shirts (what does he have in the pocket?), and upper chest band-aid. Here’s a useful overview of the career that notes Gormley’s “ability to superimpose himself onto any image of his choosing” and his “resemblance to a computer composite of every sex offender in the national registry.” Somehow the effect is of the voice and mind of a brooding, mid-1970s Dewey Bunnell-esque singer-songwriter in the body of a recently laid off Circuit City salesman.
Ivan Kreilkamp 