DANNY CARR

Smooth grooves perfect during sunset

There’s something about Danny Carr that feels like a postcard you never mailed. He came up through smoky marina bars and half-lit lounges along the Florida coast--the kind of places where the air smells like salt, lime, and second chances.

His songs float between reflection and rhythm: love found, love lost, a quiet laugh between tides. When you listen to him, you can almost hear the water brushing against the dock outside Grant Street Studios, where most of Sunset was cut in a single golden week.

The album is pure, smooth horizon--ten tracks that glow with brass, breeze, and heart. From the gentle ache of I Never Sent It to the lazy smile of Cold Pint and the shimmering groove of Still Got It, Danny turns every passing moment into melody. His voice doesn’t push; it coasts--confident, calm, a little weathered, and all the more honest for it.