Strawberry Jam!? Mr. Caulfield? Don’t judge a book by its cover. I expected something like bubblegum or sprinkles, but what I got was a uniquely alluring female vocal over a tapestry of bewitchingly calculated instrumentation.
Strawberry Jam’s Mr. Caulfield starts off with haunting palm muted delayed clean guitars that border on pizzicato strings with a back beat of tom work. The second guitar comes in with sparkling chords and a sneaky little in and out bass line. If Sting had a daughter, she might sound like Strawberry Jam, but maybe that’s giving way too much credit to Sting, because Strawberry Jam is far more than just supposed influences. Who knows what these cool cats listen to? They sound like sexy organized crime. Strawberry Jam is the bad guy I route for. They’re dark, at least while delivering Mr. Caulfield, and I dig it.
Many thanks to Pilots in Orbit for the awesome recommendation