Chris McGarry / Press

“Chris McGarry was born on the Mississippi, raised on hymns and ballads and is currently living in the Internet age on Capitol Hill — that much we know. And sure enough, his debut full-length reflects this: It's rootsy, full of banjo and lap steel and twang, but there's also some Saddle Creek and other miscellaneous indie rock in there.”

“McGarry's extraordinary sound is old-school, and I can't get enough of it. I hear a little Gillian Welch/David Rawlings. I sense the flavor of William Elliott Whitmore. I feel the dusty breeze of Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road."”

“someone once said to me that “all country is nothing more than crying about shit.” Okay — I guess everyone is entitled to their opinion LOL. No doubt my “friend’s” opinion would not be changed by listening to this record. McGarry carries that kind of rough hewn, tobacco stained, moonshine still, holy roller tent revivalist feel to things on this record. It’s dark, moody, broody, and very pensive at times … strong charcoal and wood flavor, so those predisposed to lighter fare might leave this one to those with stronger tastes.”