Paper Cigarette
“Written in Paris, in a room too small for the memories. I’d watch people lean over balconies, smoking slowly, like they had nowhere to be and nothing to forget. The song is about lust, romance, and the way this city left an impression in my mind. Filmed in Paris France from a friend I met there.. Juliette Geindre from Paris”
“ On Hey Lady, Texas-based Canadian songwriter Scott Klein delivers a haunting slice of Southern Gothic wrapped in a haze of 60s punk grit. Featuring Erica Maier on lead guitar and backing vocals, the track channels the ghost of a forgotten prairie town, where addiction, loneliness, and quiet desperation blur into the dusty horizon.
Klein’s voice carries the weary wisdom of a drifter, while the track’s lurching rhythm and fuzzed-out guitar lines evoke a barroom slow dance at closing time. Maier’s contribution adds both sharpness and soul, giving weight to the story of a woman whose eyes betray a deeper emptiness.
Grainy, raw, and unapologetically human, Hey Lady is a modern gothic folk ballad—bleak, beautiful, and brutally honest.”
Hey Lady
What’s My Name
“Slow, raw and dark. Those are the characteristics that Scott Klein gives us in What's My Name…”
- Indie Criollo
Jesse
“Jesse is 90s alt-rock par excellence complete with tense guitars in the verse, melodic lines in the chorus, and the mysterious lyrics that lend themselves to the kind of video accompaniment that might get featured every hour on MTV.”
Sunshine
“Scott Klein is taking listeners into the dark of the night for a sentimental dance to ‘Sunshine’. With a haunting parallel between the image-rich lyrics and blended country-folk melody, he pulls you into the depths of your imagination.”
-The Other Side Reviews
“Sporting a singalong chorus and a twangy hook, Klein’s rootsy rocker cracks any misconceptions on debuts, touching notes and tones that are familiar to listeners while creating a sound with multi-generational appeal.”
- Tinnitist
Comin’ For You
The mirror’s cracked. Her makeup’s half-finished. The night’s already over and it hasn’t even started. “New York Girl” was recorded live in one take with The Mellows in Austin—no overdubs, no filter. Just the sound of a woman fading and a man trying to remember her right. Lo-fi folk that lives somewhere between Daniel Johnston’s warbled truth, early White Stripes tenderness, and the deadpan sorrow of Leonard Cohen. Gritty, intimate, and not trying to be pretty.