"Dirt roads and low-flying crows come to mind when the first gritty chords of a Cardillo song come on. There is something sentimental shaking in a cage at the forefront of the music, but it's certainly screaming to get out. This might have something to do with the Philadelphia roots of front-man and songwriter Chris Cardillo who spent years in the backstreets of New Jersey, and just as many years in that city which looms across the river like the gnarled teeth of some silver and tarmacked beast. Although the sounds of Cardillo certainly beat with the heart of the east coast, something else carries it away. With the pace of a desert highway coyote, Cardillo's compositions swerve through the backroads of America looking forward and peeking behind only to catch glimpses of the grim truths that haunt us all."