Does he plumb the depths of human experience? Render visible yet unseen horizons? Definitively no, but he does not have to. Wesley's music reverberates with the hum of his own neuroses and drips with the residue of his Memphis upbringing that, for those in the know, registers almost subliminally. His angular guitar riffs, disorienting song structures, and introspective lyrics–hauntingly soaked in dabs of distance and a drop of synthetic reverb–variously recall the litany of his admirable inspirations lurking behind every song. Elvis Costello, The Fall, Protomartyr, XTC, Wilco...must we go on? And despite proudly bearing on his sleeves the insignias of his influences, Wesley is an original. His voice is unmistakable, his riffs are undeniable, and his songs are categorically Sui Generis.