“Gifted with a gutter-soaked croon, recalling the moonlight gravel-grinding of Nick Cave and the macabre outré of Tom Waits, Martin uses his hefty growl as the bedrock of his songs, letting the beauty and fragility of his acoustic-based arrangements lift the listener’s head from the streets to the stars as he wrestles with mortality, penance, grace, and forgiveness.” - RJ Frometa
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