Regular Oatmeal front man Nick Cartwright sings like he’s being dragged from his bed after sleeping in way later than he (and, well, society) deems acceptable, his drawn-out words heavy from the weight of his own malfeasance. His style ain’t for everyone, and neither is the rough-hewn brand of emo his Chicago band plays.…
Regular Oatmeal front man Nick Cartwright sings like he’s being dragged from his bed after sleeping in way later than he (and, well, society) deems acceptable, his drawn-out words heavy from the weight of his own malfeasance. His style ain’t for everyone, and neither is the rough-hewn brand of emo his Chicago band plays.…