Presented by: The Incubator Creative Hub
Otis Mace sings his well-crafted darkly comedic ballads and odes in bars and clubs worldwide. Like a stranded time-traveler in 21st century Aoteoroa, he desperately re-invents all of the hits he can remember from his own time line in the distant future.
“He was a lonely nihilistic techno-fetishist, pierced foreskin, funny hat. And she was a gone-wrong clone of a genetics engineer, grown in a black-market vat. They came together simultaneously, a match made in a wishing well, he lit up, when she called his name, they communicated by smell….” FROM “Ravishing In Rose” OM.
Folk noir, cyber punk, and brackish Americana, all rendered down to acoustic six string and vocals. A guaranteed luxury sonic journey, big tunes about small sweaty stuff…. “Yes it’s true he’s past the first blush of youth, but he knows just what to do, with three chords and the truth…” (from “Otis Mace Guitar Ace”.)