In the wide world some music is personal and literal self-expression and some is poetic abstraction but Lockie’s music is so personal and so literal that it creates its own form of extremist poetry. And lots of this stuff was first dreamed upmduring the pandemic, about Lockie’s pets and reading material and stuff. Which makes “my gun is the great equalizer, it lives under the bed” all the more disturbing. In this music you get that sound like if Neil and Poncho played violin and viola and you get stuff that sounds like nothing else (but is mysterious and grand) and you get the Beach Boys if they just didn’t care about you and you get about ten minutes of Darmstadt 1973 and then they suddenly pull out a totally classic melody in the chorus of Walking Alone, (you know, the kind that ordinary sane people would build a hit single around and repeat 100 times to do stuff like pay the rent) but they are Marshweed. They don’t repeat it ever. You are here for the journey, not the destination, if there even is one. It’s Lockie’s unique musical voice and imagination. Oh yeah, the album ends with an ode to drunk driving…