Marlon Williams's self-titled album is a chilling, deep cut of Americana. This is strange, considering the artist originally hails from New Zealand. But Williams is right at home in the genre, echoing the sounds of Waylon Jennings or Johnny Cash with artful simplicity. Likely a product of his classical training, Williams has the ability to reach deep into emotional registers with his songs. The rollicking single "Hello Miss Lonesome" is a high energy two-stepper, complete some fine fiddling, while the song "Dark Child" reaches into the darkest quarters of human emotion, exploring the loss of a son to suicide. It's too bad that Williams is an opening act; Williams's sonorous, low voice deserves top billing, and his ability to take people to somber, reflective places will likely make him a hard act to follow.