Here's what the media has said about Mark Huff...

"Every year he's strapped on the old guitar, slipped a harmonica into his shirt pocket and gone back into the trenches has been an accomplishment; [Clean] is just another album, after all. It's also the best set of roots-rock he's ever recorded, bar none-- battle-tested through hundreds of live performances and as beautifully American as the fender of a Cadillac... skates the line between dodged idealism and bitter release, sometimes veering into one extreem but cutting back across the terminator before you can get a bead on it... Huff sings over a bed of lap steel and Hammond organ, but before you can really begin weeping into that beer, he fires up the crunchy guitars of "Built To Last" and heads for the highway top down.... Huff has the ins-and-outs of the charming subterfuge down pat-- he makes hard sound wasy, sad happy. And the boy still rocks like the real Son of Dylan... it's an honest statement, and if there were ever a time we needed one of those, it's now. And if nothing comes of it-- well, at least Huff still has the faith."
Las Vegas Life

"It's because he takes everyday things like rock, country, and blues, and routine and traditional subjects like men and women, and fuses them into something that sounds comfortably familiar, yet it demands your attention and insists that you listen to it with fresh ears. Huff has an unassuming, but very effective everyman's voice, and his band is lean and heartland solid-- tight without being constricted or cramped, and simutaneously loose without being sloppy."
Amplifier

"Everyone's got at least one story to tell. Maybe it's a story about the old neighborhood. Maybe it's about an ill-fated relationship, the frustration of facing another directionless day or justb the endurqance of the human spirit. But words aren't always enough. Sometimes, the right music gives the story its shape, its color and its emotiohn. The yearn of the organ. The wanderlust urgency of the guitar. The pulsing rhythm section, giving life to a breathing, walking entity. And with every necessary beat, riff and vocalized note, the stuggles and the self-affirmations come together in a striking, picturesque harmony. The listener knows where the songwriter's been, what he's seen, and what his heart has told him word for word. Instances as beautiful and inspiring as such are few and far-between; impatients impededs even the most talented of narrators. For those unruffled by instant gratification, though, slow and steady wins the race.

"Las Vegas' own Mark Huff is one such tunesmith. A storyteller with a self-command and emotional scope that relays both a familiar vulnerablity and an enviable sense of wisdom... Huff is remarkable because of his meoldic, graceful ability to expose humanity's everyday shortcomings--especially his own-- through song, with an understood balance and humility many of us don't have the will to exercse ourselves."
Las Vegas CityLife

"Like the final drag on a cigarette, Huff can sum up pleasure and disappointment in one breath, capturing perfectly that sigh of epiphany when someone realizes that the American dream isn't made of neon. His characters beg for refdemption but brarely find it. They look for salvation along veins of concrete, merely to get lost on some backroad. The only relief they can come by is a scruffy-looking guy, guitar hoisted waist high and a harmonica dangling from his neck, waiting to listen to their stories."
Las Vegas Weekly

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