CLEW.

clew. is modern day crooning for an entirely digital and disillusioned era. To listen to a Clew deep cut is not unlike taking a ride down Moon River— it is the music of the wanderer for the wanderer. Imagine Frank Ocean in Andre 3000’s tempo, The lost youth of Jucewrld in the key of Kanye. And, Drake quotables against production backdrops like My Chemical Romance or Coldplay. 
 Still thinking about that stranger you sat next to on the train? Longing for relationship reconciliation, or just seeking simple mementos from a past not so distant?  Clew can help. Need the right vibes for a late night drive? Clew is your driver. And he could stop there, at the intersection of borderline emo, alternative raps, and infectious TikTok melodramas. Yet he’s unconventionally and unmistakably East Atlanta. Despite pop tendencies, his music breaks bread, not ties, with where it’s from. A loyal citizen of hip hop’s capital, his sound is ultra horse powered theme music to start your day, find the perfect fit, pre game, destroy your mama’s car speakers, blaze through a club, and then tear down a live show. Clew masterfully strikes this fine balance with remarkably intoxicating vocals, endless IG lyric captions, and sonic productions that offer us glimpses of where Atlanta’s music has been, and more importantly where Clew is going to take it.