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“Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows”
Dark songwriting doesn’t get any better than this.
A steam-blowing, soul-searcher of a record.
Knives is infused with a powerful melancholy, but instead of giving up and drowning in it like some emo-folk sad-sack, he has decided that he’s going to weather his storms and come out on the other side better for the experience.
Wielding far greater gravity than anything the local singer/songwriter has produced before...a bleak, morose—and, subsequently, gripping—listen.
Post-punk doom-pop rootsiness; hinterpol, let’s call it...The blend of a bristling intelligence and pulsating humanity.
Marble sounds like he's gunning for Lou Reed's crown, except it's not a decadent Velvet Underground he seeks to rule, it's a realm where the passionate heart, not the analytical head, forms the soul of a new religion.