About
Native Texan Lindsey Verrill became Little Mazarn in 2015, named after a river in Central Arkansas. At the time, she had been touring with several bands that were calling it quits and was wondering what was going to happen next. She had to redefine who she was and she knew it wasn't going to be as a normal person working a low wage job and just surviving in south Austin. She holed up in a little house by the railroad tracks and started writing songs. The resulting music became a melted blend of everything she had been doing and everyone she had been playing with. Experimental but rooted in American folkways. Sounds that slide in your ears and some that catch on the way down.
'What you think of Little Mazarn will depend, largely, on how you view loneliness. From the banjo echoing, a bell unanswered, to the plaintive singing or the spare accompaniment here and there, the record is assuredly a solitary affair. Instead of referencing Eller, consider fellow antique-gardist Robin Aigner at her most melancholy: strip her bare, remove a layer of skin so every emotion seeps more quickly into your system, and you’ll get an idea of Verrill’s M.O.' -Justin Vellucci, Swordfish blog
