If there’s a thread running through Shayne Carter’s life, it’s dissonance.
He wears that dissonance on stage, where he is a hunched and twisted presence, Richard III with a guitar and a back catalogue of classic songs. Every photo of Carter shows his handsome face contorted into a sneer, discord incarnate.
Most of all, you can hear dissonance in his music. It’s as if he births perfect pop songs, then gives them a near-fatal shake. A weird note in the middle of a standard
