Details: A suave, philandering dreamer who drapes his heartbreak in velvet and martini-slick charm. Part galactic crooner, part hopeless romantic, his sound exists somewhere between Chet Baker and Radiohead - vibraphones swirl alongside vintage analog synths, with space-age exotica propped up by ancient drum machines. He lives in a self-authored fantasy called Gracelandia, a retro-futurist fever dream where every woman is a tragic muse and every breakup is a conspiracy. Sir Daniel, Esq. Is delusion with a bar tab, absurdity in a necktie, the long shadow of a man who believes his own liner notes.