Dijon Duenas has one of those voices that’s meant for televised singing competitions and gospel choirs, swooning ballads and achy slow jams. It preens and jilts, wails and whimpers, often stretching and straining into strange, improbable territory. It’s curious, then, that Dijon, a thirty-three-year-old songwriter, so casually tempers this talent, tucking his voice into lo-fi, experimental arrangements. When Dijon began releasing solo material, in 2017, his songs knit Frank Ocean-inspired R. &  B. into Americana and folk, his singing raw and dreamy, his compositions mostly limited to guitar and gentle percussion. His early singles and EPs felt oddly untethered from time or place, tradition or lineage—they were tepid and a little uncertain, the work of a gifted twentysomething making genre-

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