On Cleaning the Mirror, his six-song debut, the singer-songwriter filters post-punk's frigid atmospherics and a cavernous pulse through the hazy, lo-fi strum of Columbus' Jim Shepard and early Royal Trux.
Surprisingly, Cleaning the Mirror is a rather refreshing listen, despite ominous, home-recorded dirges like "Motherfucker," "Dead End," and "Goodbye." DeBroux (who apparently consumed a lot of drugs while making this music) isn't trying to sound like a vacuous fashionista from Brooklyn or London. He's a small-town midwesterner, bleeding ragged and at times earthy American rock.
Music writers, however, are already weaving a fractured-genius myth around DeBroux. But let's wait for another five or six releases before entertaining that idea.