This album features old shoes that you refuse to throw out despite threats from your wife to throw you and your stinky-soled sneakers in a dog kennel, while Fido takes over and swaps places with you. Despite the ridicule you get for clinging to old jeans, shirts, boots, and even outdated underwear, you hold onto your sentimental items because they're guaranteed to do you good, not because they're out of habit. For fans of root-oriented rock and blues, it's nice to hear what we like, as it's already difficult to find non-commercial music on the radio. And while there are countless blues lovers who can play upside down in a can of pickle juice while their guitar is in another room, Mark's talent and genius is evident in his choice of notes and the colors he plays, creating an emotional dynamic. this record. Mark has a resume that could most likely rival Harmony's Houdini, who won the Who Can Play the Most Notes in 3 Seconds award at the Nebraska State Fair, but he prefers quality over quantity. Not because he only knows three chords and one scale, but because he inspires synergies with his hands, his guitar, his amp, his lyrics and his voice to transform his feelings into three-dimensional images that we can easily see and feel. This is not another "color". By Numbers, but it's a refreshing collection of mood-altering songs that I've been immersed in without realizing it. There aren't many new albums I've heard that give me so much respect. In fact, I love the Nine Pound Hammer so much that I decided to upgrade the factory stereo in my car. The subtle details and overall charm are what set the Nine Pound Hammer apart for me. One review says Mark took a step or two back with this album compared to his previous one, but I'm not going to talk about the person's personal tastes and opinions now. wrong because they are not like mine, I will say that the only steps I feel, - answered Mark, - were those returning to those emotional states that inspired him to write each song. I'm glad this album is different. It should be so. An artist paints pictures from his soul, and not necessarily what is made for television or the money-making media market crowd. (Last time I checked, the major record labels are suffering. Apparently, Bubble Yum won't last as long as advertised.) This album definitely hits high fashion with a bang. Possibly the best record I've heard in a long time.