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Mr Missy – Looking For You


With rocking, slowly glowing heaven-bent riffs, Mr. Missy is someone that would make an excellent addition to your campfire playlist. And you know what’s even better? This guy sings as well as he plays.

“Looking For You” is a strong album opener, with lamenting heartbreak shattering across a fun, bouncing hodgepodge of honkey tonk emotionally-resonant sincerity. Think Hootie And The Blowfish meets Traveling Wilburys era fentanyl-free Tom Petty. Take a listen for yourself and let us know what you think!

I love this video as much as Marc Robichaud probably does, considering he is the leader of the Mr. Missy pentatonic pack. Oddly enough, Marc grew up a complete and total army brat… and as a result of this treasured upbringing, he began to live alternately in all walks of life. The guy traveled across the coasts to the prairies before he was even a teenager, taking in as much as his surroundings as he could before learning to shred the blues away. After a few years and seasoned gigs later, he left the music business to become a carpenter but could not escape the siren call of that bluesy, freewheelin’ electric guitar.

This dedication appears throughout all of the pieces here, and considering every song has a mix of loose goose boogie, it’s funny this six string traveler sings about growing old just two tracks into this album. “When We Were Young” is sprawling all over the place sonically in the best ways possible. Bass slippery and slow, guitar mellow-to-jangled, and with a mix of nostalgia for the I’m gonna live forever mindset youth gracefully gives you too early in life.

Like Neil Young before him, this fellow Canuck sticks to his roots because he knows his crop of sounds is that goooooood shit. Sure, there is not too much groundbreaking material on Looking For You, but that’s what makes Young’s “Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere” one of the best songs in rock ‘n’ roll history; it makes you want to pick up a guitar and eviscerate the atmosphere. Hell, at the very least smoke a joint wrapped in a hammock on a warm summer night with the long lost friends, lovers, and heartbreak aficionados.

Give Mr. Missy a listen. You won’t regret it.

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