Meet Jess, the reigning queen of our 90s grunge-rock circus. Born with a sneer that could rival Cobain’s and a wardrobe stolen straight from a Seattle thrift shop, she’s the powerhouse belting out anthems that make you wanna jump in a mosh pit, or at least aggressively nod your head.
Jess doesn’t do high maintenance; she does high distortion. Her vocal range? Wider than the generation gap between us and our parents when we tried to explain what a “mood” is. Onstage, she’s a tornado in Doc Martens, offstage, a walking PSA for the virtues of never outgrowing your rebellious teenage phase.
When asked about her influences, she will tell you it’s a mix of heartbreak, flannel, and that one time she accidentally dyed her hair with Kool-Aid and decided to make it a lifestyle. Rumor has it, her vocal warm-up routine involves shouting expletives into the abyss and practicing her best disaffected grunge stare in the mirror.
So, get ready to embrace the chaos, dust off your old Discman, and join Shredding Flannel on a nostalgic joyride where the 90s never end, and Jess is the misfit maestro leading the charge. Grrrl, it’s gonna be a wild ride!