Joyeria (pronounced Joy-a-ree-a) has shares a new video for single, “9 to 5”, a tightly wound swipe at work place monotony. “Isn’t it funny that some people don’t need to work?” he asks over a driving beat. “Early to bed and early to rise.. My headaches coincide with my screen time.”

Joyeria’s FIM (EP) is what happens when a Canadian spends his adult life patiently crafting his own path as a songwriter in London instead of following his heroes and peers in search of an assumed authenticity in Austin or Nashville. It’s what happens when a stubbornly solo artist finds a true collaborator in a producer like Speedy Wunderground’s Dan Carey. It’s what happens after a songwriter has worked hard for a long time in the dark, looking for lighting in a bottle — and finds it.

Joyeria says of “9 to 5”: “9 to five, nine to 5, 9 to 5, 9-5, nine to five. I smoke to get out of the work, but my boss started keeping track of how many smoke breaks I take. I was once fired on Christmas eve for taking too many from a furniture factory. I didn’t even smoke much, it was just their way of getting rid of me.

“Standing next to a busy road with a cowboy who inhales Marlboro reds, any escape helps. Shame they don’t advertise cigarettes with astronauts. Hoarse voice explorers returning to earth, “it’s true you can scream as loud as you want, nobody can hear you”, a new recruitment line for the space programme. “Sally didn’t make it back, she couldn’t “suck it up” anymore. “lost in space’ on the death certificate. “If you need to talk, I keep regular office hours… from 9, Monday to Friday. You think that’s a vacuum? Technically it’s all space dust right?

“Have you had a chance to write your thoughts down?” “This is just a blank page” no no no, you have to look at it the right way, there’s a special angle, in fact it has flowers and music and if you put your face to the paper it’s like the belly of a kitten, it tastes like the finest olives, and if you digest it you’ll see eternity. There is life in paint. Work eats the best hours of the day. We were once barbarians, I think. Eat and drink, work and smoke. 9 to 5. The weekend is mine. All mine. I can recover from Friday nights and Saturday nights and sometimes Sunday nights, once in a while there’s a riot or someone comes to visit and we brunch. Then it’s back to work and smoke breaks under watchful eyes. There’s carpet on the floor, sometimes I forget how hard the ground is. “You looked tired”. I am tired.”

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