OK, let’s get this out of the way right up front: I am not going to draw comparisons between A.D. Chandler and Tom Waits.
I generally try to avoid the “sounds like” descriptions anyway, but this particular cliché is one I refuse to make. Ever. I’m not buying it, and I’m tired of hearing it. Sure, A.D. has an indisputable grit in his voice and a bluesy edge to his persona. His lyrics are clever, and he seems to be most in his element singing songs with titles like Thank God for Whiskey in a place like First Capital Dispensing Co, a dark bar with an uneven floor, the air eternally thick with smoke (also one of the very best places in York for live music).