Voodoo Organist

Like a Christmas-caroling group still making the rounds in January, an organist gigging in the weeks after Halloween must overcome substantial listener burnout. But there are good and bad post-holiday leftovers: chocolate bunnies (but omnipresent tinsel grass), Christmas presents (but credit-card bills), turkey sandwiches (but violent indigestion). Voodoo Organist‘s spooky tones, like candy night’s top treats, are just as tasty during the months when costume-shop employees twiddle their thumbs through tedious, customer-bereft workdays. He has the eerie, whistling-ghost ambience down pat on tunes such as “Pitchfork Man,” and his minimal yet skull-intensive stage setup establishes his demonic credentials, but Scott Wexton also uses his vital organ to make swingin’ garage soul for all seasons.