Can we show our faces now?
I don't know if we'll ever gain control
Can we rise above the sound
Of our souls digging under like roots do grow?
'Cause I'm free and nourished
And I feel a little bit anointed, as such
'Cause it's real past the point of its conception
Yet I feel spread out on the torture rack
'Cause I could take
Advantage
Of you
But I don't want to
Joey — my friend and ally. I defy you to show me a musician with more passion and sincerity. I love this album for its purity of intent and the raw power of the songwriting. Indie music at its best. Melancholy Sunday
This is the band Joey and I formed so many years ago. This album meant everything at one point — love, faith, vodka, desperation and I think a few broken ribs… Melancholy Sunday
The new EP from the aptly named regal murk is a striking piece of work, thick rivers of guitar swallowing tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2022