One of the great and underappreciated indie rock auteurs, McCombs has a hypnotic, edgy voice and lyrics that are at once mythic, true, and strange. Ethereal folk with an undercurrent of postpunk despair. The directness and melodicism of Sam Cooke or Tim Hardin. – Daniel Tures, Hollywood


Having cornered the market in hobo chic in the vein of Bob Dylan and Elliott Smith, singer-songwriter Cass McCombs made a name for himself by force of an enigmatic nature—he is the Salinger of the rock world, impossible to know, introverted and menaced. In Wit’s End McCombs plumbs the depths of loneliness, and really, nobody does downcast finer and more sincerely. The teacup fragility to McCombs’ voice can’t help but tear open this collection of odes, ballads, and elegies...and it certainly adds dimension to the particular muse he’s courting.

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