When I listen to the grudge-rockabilly, slightly post-punk sound that is Killing Kuddles, I hear an artist pouring out his soul towards an idyllic destination. And like all good destiny’s, it remains mostly one within his mind’s eye. It is faint, and no, he may not know what getting there will look like. However, he knows it will nonetheless feel righteous, and worthwhile. It is generally understood that there are no true paths to getting there, whatever ‘there’ means. But, I also suspect Elwood Kuddles wouldn’t want it any other way. Because being formulaic is not his bag, he’d rather play it loosey–goosey, with room enough to grow and embellish, and more importantly, he needs space arrive on his own terms. Listen to the 5-song collection of the Waking Up Older EP. It sounds like a good coming-of-age story work filled with heartache, longing, and a new awareness and maturity. These songs are his struggle upon an unknowable path and they sound raw and sweet, and there is hungry guitar licks everywhere. Peace.