Brad oberhofer birthday

There exists an unmistakable fever in all those who encounter 19-year old Brad Oberhofer, and with no end to the enormous swells and crashes of his supercharged pop, the desire to clamour in his favour is self-evident. These last six months have seen the release of his eponymous EP and the mass diffusion of his music - leaving him one of Hype Machine's most blogged artists - yet he is miraculously unsigned. He hails from the broad spaces of a self-determining Washingtonian port long ago nicknamed Grit City and fittingly ranked as the most stressed out place in the United States, and though his relocation to Brooklyn might have heralded a transition from bedroom to band-room, Oberhofer's heart could not be further away from the metropolitan mess and noise. His voice roughhouses the tree-lined streets of Tacoma - it tears through his hometown and then mine - and devastating percussions punch out at the suburban cowboys thundering down his guitar strings. This man is relentless, expounding manifesto upon manifesto, telling you what is imperative to

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