Rocky Votolato writes songs that seem to have been scratched into a boxcar wall by a worn-out and lonesome ghost, laying out his most intimate thoughts with such honesty that while listening to his words, you don't feel like a voyeur, but rather an ally, sharing secrets by the dying fire.
(Makers) will undoubtedly end up one of the best records of 2006
Mammoth Press
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