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Maryn Jones will release her second album as Yowler, Black Dog In My Path, the follow-up to 2015’s excellent The Offer. We’ve heard two tracks from it already, “WTFK” and “Angel” and Jones says about the new album, and today she’s sharing a third single, “Where Is My Light?”

It’s a meditative storm cloud, with massive guitars and booming drums that make Jones’ anxieties feel even more insurmountable against the tempest. “Where is my joy among these pieces that we scream into space?” she asks to the void. “Where is my gentle reason, and the light within my cave? Where have you been?” It sort of serves a sequel to Jones’ solo track from last year, “The Light,” when the warmth exuded in that song feels hard to find.

Here’s what Jones had to say about the track in a statement:

‘Where Is My Light?’ is about feeling isolated after a big & unexpected life transition. During this time I had a lot of time to think about what was important to me, what served me and made me experience real joy, and what did not. It’s about being an artist under capitalism and all the mess that that can cause in your brain. It’s about missing the natural world and all the beauty you see when you’re on the road, and hating your stupid fucking phone.

There’s a lot of heart in every project Maryn Jones touches. Her lyrics – which project struggles with self-doubt and depression, and a penchant for self-reliance, graceful and introspective. And her voice is powerfully expressive, whether combined with the muscular, fuzzy guitars of All Dogs – the indie punk band she fronts — or providing delicate harmonies for Saintseneca, the folk-rock group of which she’s a member. But often with those projects, the uniquely tender, vulnerable aspects of Jones‘ singing and songwriting run the risk of being buried, or, at the very least, not getting their chance to be heard.

Jones released an album called The Offer under the name Yowler in 2015, those facets were finally given space to be a centerpiece. The songs on The Offer are sparse, relying mainly on just Jones‘ voice and guitar. They’re deeply intimate and enveloping, both emotional and physical.

Maryn’s unique voice suits these songs perfectly. Here, I can’t get enough


All Dogs released their debut full-length, “Kicking Every Day,” in August of 2015. It was produced by Kyle Gilbride, who is known for his work with their spiritual peers, Waxahatchee and Girlpool. The record is a loose amalgam of hazy pop punk singalongs and late 90’s emo jams led by Maryn Jones‘ sweet, patient vocal lines.

When she’s not gigging with Saintseneca or performing solo as Yowler, Jones is responsible for All Dogs‘ calling card: pointed, biting, and intimate lyricism. She’s a poignant wordsmith who’s especially clever with revealing personal dialogue. “Kicking Every Day” separates itself from its peers with poignant insights about depression and anxiety.

Jones pens all the words and plays guitar but songwriting responsibilities are shared among the quartet. There’s an obvious connection between the group, who glow with warmth and welcome. They share glances on stage and connect with fans through collective group chants. All Dogs are not exclusively self-deprecating; they exude the perfect balance of personal critique in their jangly pop. “Kicking Every Day” is seen through the lens of a narrator who understands her flaws but isn’t afraid to point out those in others, making it applicable to just about everyone.

Watch the band perform cuts from the debut on Audiotree Live.
Band Members
Maryn Jones – Guitar and Vocals
Nick Harris – Guitar
Amanda Bartley – Bass
Jesse Wither – Drums


Columbus, Ohio songstress Maryn Jones had a prolific 2015. She once more lent her Teflon harmonies and multi-instrumentation to an ornate Saintseneca album, as well as stripped herself down to an emotional and musical minimum on her haunting solo effort The Offer, released under Jones’ Yowler moniker.

All Dogs exists somewhere in between. More direct than Saintseneca’s folk communalism and built on a scrappy four-member rock scaffolding, last August’s Kicking Every Day remains inimitably addictive. A cathartic jet stream of emotion engulfed in ‘90s DIY distortion, All Dogs carries the baton of early Liz Phair and Belly with less sheen and more spit. This show should be worth checking out alone to hear Jones’ voice ascend to oxygen-deprived heights on standout track “How Long.”

All Dogs perform “How Long” on Audiotree Live, November 17th, 2015.


Maryn Jones leads All Dogs, a band that channels some of her ferocious musings into catchy, honest punk songs. But when all of that snarling frustration has been unburdened, what’s left over and where does it go? Yowler is Jones’ solo project, and her debut release The Offer is a beautiful and hushed, almost intimidatingly personal collection of songs that feel like they’ve trickled down from a wellspring of emotion to make a home in the heart of anyone who bothers to listen, Yowler, a solo project by Maryn Jones.


Sometimes when I listen to The Offer, I feel like I’m wandering through a landscape dotted with bare trees. Sometimes I feel like I’m returning to a river in the middle of nowhere to release a memory into the dark. I always feel like I’m creeping along the edge of a mystery.

As Yowler, Maryn Jones explores minimalism and symbolism, a stark contrast to the music she’s made with All Dogs. When I listen to All Dogs, I blast it and scream along to every song while zooming down the highway or dancing around my bedroom. When I listen to Yowler, I need stillness. Maryn opens with an image of water and she invokes various forms of water again and again throughout the tape. On “Holidays” she sings, “Someday the river will find me; solid walls of water / And I’ll gestate in white under layers of ice.” She paints water as a simultaneously destructive and creative force that sweeps you through hell and brings you back brand new. I wonder if that’s the heart of The Offer––introspection and personal mythology.

Listen to the album over and over, think about the essence of water as an element, how it’s about emotion and intuition. And how it can be scary to delve into the world of your feelings. On “The Offer,” Maryn sings, “So the offer I make / Is a promise to stay here / May they leave me out of their wandering / And be still.” I almost feel like I’m eavesdropping on this radical idea of retreat, which Maryn reinforces on the mantra of her eponymous track, “You can lead me to the water but you cannot make me drink.” Settling into solitude, allowing memories and people to pass like shadows, tuning into your own voice and recognizing its importance––perhaps Maryn is musing on self-care as a ritual, even a spiritual practice. I feel like I could read the lyrics of all eight songs on The Offer like I’d read poems in school and pick apart the images, but I prefer settling into the aura. I like the reflection. There’s something wonderful about creating a personal mythology from your experiences and sharing it with others and seeing how it resonates. I’ll be pondering the world of The Offer for a while. It’s beautiful album.



This is the year of Maryn Jones, or at least a higher profile. The Columbus,Ohio musician shared a gorgeously haunting solo album as “Yowler”, her emotionally charged rock band All Dogs are about to release their magnificent debut LP, and the world is just learning of a new record this fall from Saint Seneca. The DIY folk ensemble has always been Zac Little’s baby, but on the pleasantly rumbling “Sleeper Hold,” he wisely puts Jones’ sweet songbird chirps on equal footing with his quavering Appalachian howls. Jones’ songwriting tends to communicate deep feelings in powerful turns of phrase, but Little is more concerned with abstract questions like “What is a dream made of? What is the thingy-ness of thought? Where does the substance of perception converge with the perceived?” “Sleeper Hold” peels open those ideas and finds beauty inside


Yowler, is a solo project by Maryn Jones. Maryn Jones elicits chills in the context of All Dogs’ clangorous pop-punk and Saintseneca’s newfangled folk, but Yowler presents her purest essence: voice, guitar, and atmospheric swirls of noise that descend just when the heart starts to race. “The Offer” is an eerily intimate singer-songwriter record, one that almost feels like spying on someone else’s private moment of beauty. It transfers a trembling K Records sensibility to a Midwest metropolis that only feels haunted when you’re alone at night.