“Newberry’s music (and performance) are of the whiskey-drenched variety, the kind of music that is written in a locked room with a bottle of pills, tons of booze, and as many cigarettes. Fusing the minimalist lyrical prowess of Leonard Cohen with the dark country-blues of Townes Van Zandt, every chord and every line are steeped in the sorrow and the heartache of the junkie, the abused, and the lonesome. It is music from a storybook of Southern Gothic Americana, a working class dramedy told through song. But just as the best blues men and cowboy poets were known to write a happy song every now and again, Newberry is conscious of the joy in life as witnessed in the touching ode to his baby daughter, ‘Clemy Oh Clemy.’ It’s not all gloom and doom, Elliot Smith in other words. But the majority of it is, gloriously so. What shines through most beautifully is the awkwardness inherent in what he does. When he sings, “I hate socializin’” you believe it and it makes the fact that he’s up there at all, even willing to care that you hear his music, seem like a gift.” – Jack Diablo