Hillbilly Moon Explosion
Some of the songs edge a little in the dark Machiavellian world of murky sorrow. Jaron then picks you up on wings soaring on the embryonic clouds to volcanic joy. His provocative voice penetrates your heart with its sly foxy smoothness metamorphosing, hits a crescendo of nearing volcanic joy. The lyrics entangling gentle insidious candor of a gifted story teller arresting his audience around a fire yet entrancing each admire as though it was Just You and Just Him with light of the moon.