Three bars, two liquor stores, a couple churches, and miles of sprawling hills and fields. Not the background you might expect from Minnesota’s newest bedroom popstar, Sleeping Jesus. The Internet was a distraction for some, but an endless world of exploration in this case. A looking glass into unvisited cities, people, and the brilliance of indie rock. It was like hearing for the first time. The dreamy vocals, hazy weaving melodies, and existential ramblings play out like a series of daydreams more than pop tunes. Maybe an obsession with escapism and a fleeting youth, or simply one getting on. Whichever you prefer, the sound of Sleeping Jesus is an effortless one. Look through this hazy aural lens and find yourself spellbound by the kaleidoscopic shapes and sounds of Sleeping Jesus.