"26-year-old introverted shoegazer with no self esteem seeks the best girl in the world. Must have own headphones."

"fight for your frequency" is more than just a volume of poetry. It's a cautious love letter, shy and introspective. And even though the topics of reflection are often written about (love, self-doubt, getting the girl) Steven Williams attacks these subjects in his own thoughtfully unpretentious way. From a cross-country trip with a girl with wind blown hair to springtime Sunday evenings, you'll feel like you're in the middle of a pretty song that you never want to end

My First Days on Junk 'Songs for Darla the Fake Girl'. The first record. Here is a review:

From erasingclouds.com --My First Days on Junk, Songs for Darla The Fake Girl (North of January/Danger Five) The first three songs on My First Days on Junk's album Songs for Darla the Fake Girl each begin with a loud, full, dreamy swirl of guitars that immediately marks the group as My Bloody Valentine-lovers. There's no hiding it, not that they're trying to. That lovingly warped MBV sound is pleasurable in its own right to many of us, but My First Days on Junk's songs benefit from having at their core great pop melodies. These songs don't need the blissed-out veneer; they'd be great pop songs if stripped down to just a singer and a guitar. As the album proceeds, that gets more and more evident, as by song #7, "Tired From the Trip," they've done away with the effects and are down to the basics. The songs that follow it, "How Do I Tell if You've Gone Too Far?" and "Forever," are slower and more minimalist songs that sound like the weary mornings-after the far-out trips of the earlier songs. Then there's a bouncy summer pop song ("Vacation Head Revisited") before the group dives back into the hurricane, announcing with a resounding crunch at the beginning of "Headfirst for the Good Guys" that they're on a trip once again. The album ends with "Missing Darla," one more fuzzed-out meditation that should be played loud as hell. When the unlisted bonus track starts with the line, "What kind of a band is this, I know", you laugh, cause My First Days on Junk do seem to be jumping back and forth a bit. But that indecision is A-OK with me; as long as they keep writing catchy hooks, they can dress them up in a wall of sound or not…either way sounds great. After all, as one of the group members, Colin Clary, sings on the first song, "Attention deficit is what you make of it."

Colin Clary and the Magogs first record 'Her Life of Crime'

From Splendidezine.com: Like fashion, music tends to move through cycles of recurring style. One moment faded jeans and lo-fi folk songs are en vogue, and the next thing you know, it's legwarmers, banana clips and garage rock. The point is, everything that's old becomes new again, a trend that suggests that you should no more throw out your expired albums than your lycra bodysuit. Rest assured: both bodysuit -- and the music you danced to in it -- will return.
Pure and simple, Her Life of Crime is a loving ode to the summery folk/pop of the late sixties. Beginning with the first bars of album opener "The Shape of This Town", an easy-going, retro aesthetic is established. From there, everything is tinged with flashback. The clear guitar tones, the vocal harmonies, the tinny tambourine, the slightly hokey keyboard/synth sections -- all of these elements recapture the sixties in clear and perfect nostalgia. The album's only really noticeable modern feature is the production, which creates a slightly experimental/indie sound as filtered through a retro lens. It's what you might get if one of your favorite bands from the sixties showed up at your local medium-to-lo-fi recording studio; the songs would be the same...only slightly better realized in all their old-fashioned glory.
It's clear that Colin Clary and the Magogs worked long and hard at establishing an overall tone for the album, because you can't miss it. Beneath the love affair with sixties sounds is a corresponding affection for the awkward innocence that prevailed in that era. You can hear it in simple songs about love and loss. The only unfortunate part is that the wistful tone occasionally gets lost amidst too-short songs and too-low vocals. The best tracks on Her Life of Crime -- "Pet Sound" (a nod to the band's inspiration, no doubt) and "Simple Things (get pushed under the door)" -- are more fully developed, both musically and lyrically.
A few minor faults aside, Her Life of Crime is an impressive achievement. Perhaps it's true that everything new in music has already been done. Maybe from here on out, we are destined for endless recycling. If that's the case, let's just hope the vast majority of bands can do it with as much style as Colin Clary and the Magogs. And may they never wear lycra bodysuits.