There's a straight line that
goes northwest that goes nowhere
A few marks on the dashboard of disaster
Some names littered on the highway,
clouds caught in thin air
Go ahead: try living happy ever after.

At 25, Eamon McGrath has a list of accomplishments under his belt that would rival artists 10 years his senior. By 19, McGrath had self-recorded over 21 albums worth of material and had their standout tracks released on White Whale Records under the name "13 Songs of Whiskey and Light" which launched him into the Canadian underground indie scene. By 20, he had played guitar in Daniel Johnston's band for a famed Western leg of the outsider artist's 2009 North American tour. By 21, McGrath had firmly established himself as a great Canadian songwriter with the critically acclaimed 2010 release "Peace Maker" and its eclectic and emotional follow-up, 2012's "Young Canadians."

Flash forward to 2014, and McGrath's newest release, "Exile", has been released this past year as three separate three-song EPs, allowing him to feed his addiction to touring by supporting every digital release with shows all across the world. Recorded with a full band at his home in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, but traveling alone across Canada, the UK and Europe by any means necessary--be it by train, van, boat, bus or plane--McGrath has mobilized the music to fit both the method of transportation and the vision of the madman behind the wheel. From punk rock inspired, full-band electric barn-burners to tender acoustic balladry, there seems to be no terrain--be it musical or geographic--that turns him away.

With over 100,000 kilometres of highway, railroad and sky behind him, McGrath continues to blaze an impassioned trail of music that finds a sound and voice somewhere between punk rock, country, folk and rock and roll. Taking him to locations as geographically diverse as Reykjavik, Palma de Majorca, Warsaw, and everywhere in between, McGrath and his guitar represent a new dawn of singer-songwriting that's injected with the raw, fierce energy of punk rock: not in the sense of an acoustic performer hollering at the top of his lungs to simulate the energy of a full band, but instead something more rooted in a passionate commitment to your craft and a blind and zealous determination to your vision, wrapped in a sonic texture as rough as the road itself.

June 2014