Saint Nick The Lesser finds truth in the cracks on new album 'Growing up, Growing out'

There are debut albums that feel polished to the point of sterility, and then there are those like 'Growing up, Growing out', a record that wears every frayed edge like a badge of honour. Saint Nick the Lesser bleeds stories into the grain of his guitar, offering us an open book filled with bruises, small victories, and the kind of honesty that can only be earned the hard way.

Raised on a steady diet of punk grit and folk vulnerability, Nick has carved out a sound that refuses to sand down its imperfections. Tracks like 'Cassandra' and 'Amethyst' crackle with intimacy, their string accompaniments lifting the songs without diluting their raw core. Elsewhere, he leans into humour and everyday detail, grounding existential weight in the simple image of knowing the corner store clerk by name. It’s this interplay between the mundane and the monumental that gives the record its staying power.

What’s striking is the way 'Growing up, Growing out' avoids theatrics while still landing an emotional punch. Nick’s voice wavers and strains at just the right moments, making the album feel like a conversation across a dimly lit bar table. If his earlier work hinted at survival, this full-length feels like the slow, deliberate rebuilding that follows, the kind of growth that’s messy, uneven, but entirely real.

With this release, Saint Nick the Lesser sets the stage for a career built on unshakable authenticity and profound songwriting.