Holy shit, is Jeff Martin ever fucking full of himself. I've come to that conclusion because, frankly, how else could he write such pompous bullshit without wanting to punch himself in the face? On Exile, his first post-Tea Party project, Martin retains all the derivative and pretentious faux mysticism that's bespattered the bulk of his past work. From long-winded opener World Is Calling, with its usual dose of Eastern-sounding musical accents, it's clear that he has no interest in reinventing his sound. Aside from the appallingly self-indulgent and arrogant vibe, the lyrics sound as if he's just discovered a rhyming dictionary. If you enjoy recycled musical ideas and bad high-school poetry, Martin is probably already some kind of demigod to you. If not, avoid this at all costs.
Martin touches down at the Phoenix Monday (April 24).