Armed with a guitar, harmonica, sparse percussion and a tin-pan alley-esque piano, M. Ward spins timeless classics that seem to flow effortlessly; simple yet eloquent tales alive with metaphor and imagery, told in a raspy, sepia-toned croon. M. Ward's recent album Post-War has been hailed by critics as "...the mother of all front porch records" (Boston Globe) and "…not only Ward's best effort yet, it's one of the best records of the year..." (All Music Guide).
