Inside, you know you'd rather pass
Outside, you raise your fucking glass
And they know everything so just let them be right
'Cause all they've ever wanted we don't need
And everything they need was given to me for free
So maybe it's a shame that all I feel is hate
Well maybe that's the only thing to fear
And in the meantime we'll scrape the pipe and choke it down
The world seems somewhat charming when you're high above it all
And there's no truth that words can clarify
There's nothing there for you and I
They laugh at all your jokes
But now the joke has always been on them
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