"Originally from Austin, Texas, Clory Martin performed an ardent, folky set. With a voice as passionate and strong as Joplin but smoother than a double-malt whiskey, the singer-songwriter carves her own sound. Accompanied by the smooth Ash “Cash” Davis on bass and Stephen Izrael playing bongo, the threesome rumbled along with the audience, tapping their feet, and meeting eager applause. With decidedly upbeat percussion and bluesy lyrics, tracks like “Silly Little Yes Girl” questions long-held conceptions without sinking into melancholia."

“Last Concert Cafe is one of the city's last bastions of roots and jam rock, and since 1949 it has been serving some of the best Mexican food in town as well. Each night of the week, just yards from I-10, you will find someone out on the back patio strumming a guitar or holding court on the venue's large backyard stage. During happy hour, you can snag $2.50 margaritas and $2 Shiner Bocks. Lately Wednesday nights have been graced by local singer-songwriter Clory Martin, who is a frequent collaborator with Runaway Sun's Andrew Karnavas.”

“The granddaddy of the bunch, Last Concert Café not only has amazing Mexican food in front, but two stages out back for music. Wednesday nights Clory Martin has been holding down the fort starting at 7 p.m. She is a frequent collaborator with Runaway Sun's Andrew Karnavas at some acoustic duo shows they put down around town. Imagine a smokier Norah Jones and you get the idea.”

“I’m strictly into indie pop ... well, plus maybe the occasional apocalyptic neo folk album as a guilty pleasure Though Runaway Sun certainly wasn’t indie pop, frontman Andrew Karnavas won me over with his weathered, bluesy voice and songs chronicling a life of whiskey and heartache. Daniel de Luna’s explosive guitar work had the heat of a sultry summer kiss, and a wa-wa pedal added sad longing to his intricate solos. Brian del Castillo played warm bass and Marshall West kept time with jazzy drum beats. All combined for a decidedly sexy sound. Perhaps the highlight of their set was Clory Martin. A petite brunette with hair piled in a bun took the stage and belted out the soulful “Sweetheart.” The awed crowd stayed silent except for one stunned man who shook his head and whispered, “That girl, my God she’s good.””