In a quarter life natural disaster of second-hand budgets, sleeping in cars, assaulted poems, relationship reinventions, misfit art, and career demolitions, songwriter, Chantel Bailey, met guitarist, Matt Blount, who brought an edge and grit to her music. As fruitcake taught us, the sum of the parts is not always greater than the whole. But in this case, it was. MARBLE was born within the bleached walls of a small northwest apartment, and tested on the caffeinated, craft brew, tech geek, grass-fed battlefield that is the local music scene of Seattle, WA.
 

The melancholy lyrical choices and phrasing of MARBLE confront the futility of life, love, and freedom of self-loathing. In a bare fisted pub-brawl of raw, minimal guitar leads and bold melodies, pain and imperfection are seized and twisted into a beautiful racket. Enlisting the talent of a rotating cast of drummers and bass players, MARBLE maintains the backbone on which it was built and finds freedom in the newness of players, cities, and crowds.