Fitzroy

There are electronic musicians, nonelectronic musicians, and then Miami’s Fitzroy. “I don’t think of myself as an electronic artist,” the Barbados-born singer professes before admitting, “I record my stuff using a lot of synths — both real and computer-based.”

Okay. “The songs are then topped off with guitars, bass, trumpets, sax, drums and didjeridoo,” he continues, “played by the guys in [backing band] Secret Identity and a few other musicians I know. There are a lot of hallmarks of electronic music to be found in my stuff, but I still don’t think that it should be filed in that section.”

I’ll shut up now because he could kick my ass and he gets cuter babes, but his songs are winners whether he fancies himself Tricky or Lawrence Welk. From the Seal-does-reggae chill-breeze of “Her,” to the smoky desperado hip-hop of “Badman,” to the bedroom-haired island ballad “Still Waiting,” there’s huge potential everywhere on his debut album, Paradise Low. It was released earlier this year on his own label, Third Horizon Recordings.

So what would he call his music? Fitzroy deadpans, “It’s interstellar amphibian volcano music by way of the Caribbean.”