Jom Comyn – Been Down Blues
Jom Comyn – Brooklyn Girls

From the wymynly lands of Aaron Levin:
Strange, unknown fibres lace Ellestad’s debut, gifting No Man Is Land with that wonderful Hardinian nether-genre heard in all great singer-songwriter analects. Pass through the wild, hair-raising cacophony and blissful finger-picking that ensconce the album and watch as Kris’ marvelous sinusoids dampen your worldly decoys. A brilliantly creative consolidation of Calgary’s secret not-so-secret art underground.
Kris Ellestad – Hour of the Rat
Kris Ellestad – The Secret
Kris Ellestad – Shame

From teenage surgery of Aaron Levin:
Blown-, hallowed-, adjective’d-out basement moves from this Vancouver-via-Calgary mystery. Immediately addictive juvenile pop frequencies with an imagination rarely seen in the genre emanate from the compilation of 4-track demos recorded between 2008-2009. The dreamy, fragile soundescapes will drift through your mind, leaving traces of Ruddy Guy’s pop agility in every neural transmitters. I’m not really sure how you can grip this, but you should try.
Ruddy Guy – it feels good
Ruddy Guy – cheerup
Ruddy Guy – bluenote

From the comyn-spiced balconies of James Goddard:
This EP from Edmonton’s Jom Comyn (sometimes Jim Cumming) speaks to the concerns of young adults in the 21st Century – I mean actual young adults, not the browsers of Gordon Korman – unemployment, cigarettes, sloppy romances, late-nights, and (of course) almost condemned balconies. The guitars carry the tunes lethargically; apathetic tones, sketchy feedback, and non-committal fuzz over dusty, stilted drumming. Jom’s vocals shine through the nest like a retired lounge singer; an odd, weathered voice spouting the words of a quarter-life savant. “You don’t know what you are doing until years after it’s through.” On Sunday morning, in a hungover haze, it all sounds like it might be the truth.
Jom Comyn – New Raincoat
Jom Comyn – Roomie

It takes an incredible amount of patience to make an album like The Blistering Sun, The Pale Moon, Hahahaha. It’s careful and deliberate; calculated without losing any ounce of intimacy; sparse, yet still engaging. Its minimalism is like a barren landscape whose terrain takes great form as you listen closer; diamonds, cacti, and beautiful insects crawling amongst the sandy-chords and phased vocals. There is a great amount of subtly that makes KNOTS so much more than a ‘guy with his guitar making a loner folk album in his basement.’ KNOTS delivers singer songwriter material that helps us forget how cliche the genre has become.
KNOTS – Happiness
KNOTS – Satiated