When the Funk Took Shape

The feeling needed a face.

Using the original photograph as its foundation, a brilliant artist translated sound, motion, and mood into something permanent. What emerged wasn’t just a logo — it was a language.

A custom, hand-drawn font.
A single, swirling stroke that pulls double duty — the mic cord trailing off into space, the scotch spilling freely across the page.
A bottle. A glass. A harmonica.
Every element intentional. Every line telling a story.

This was the moment Two Scotch Funk became real enough to share.
Not polished. Not corporate.
Alive.

The logo didn’t explain the Funk — it showed it.
Music tangled with memory.
Craft wrapped in imperfection.
Movement frozen just long enough to be recognized.

This wasn’t branding.
It was translation.

The Funk had found its shape.