The Jacksonville collective John Muka Band returns with a groove-driven indie rock single “More & More” that treats desire as fuel, not failure.
A good band often reveals itself in the space between appetite and restraint. There is the urge to push harder, to add another voice, to let the rhythm run past the clean edge of the page.
Then there is the discipline to keep every moving part in conversation. On “More & More,” John Muka Band makes that tension feel lived-in rather than decorative.
The single does not rush to solve the old human problem of wanting. It circles it with a bass pulse, an open chorus, and the patience of players used to reading one another in real time.
John Muka Band arrives from Jacksonville, Florida, carrying the feel of a group shaped by rooms, rehearsals, and a long devotion to original songs.
The band lead by John Muka, Troy Towsley, Amy Hancock, Greg Lyles, TR Zielinski, Robert Orr, Dave Welch, Dennis Morgan, Paul Locke, Hayden Schott, Shayden Zona, and Sol Villafañe as the band behind the release.
That roll call matters because “More & More” carries the weight of a community, not a lone figure dressing up an idea.
The single follows the band’s 2025 album “Things I Can’t Change,” and the change in emotional weather is clear. Where that album wrestled with memory, acceptance, and survival, “More & More” moves toward light, motion, and appetite.
BandMix frames the group in alternative, acoustic, funk, and rock terms, and notes a history of more than 100 gigs, which helps explain why the track feels less like studio assembly and more like a set finding lift in front of bodies.
The arrangement rises by degrees. Rhythm carries the first argument, steady enough to hold the floor but loose enough for surprises. Vocals do not sit above the track like a command; they move inside it, tied to the same forward lean as the drums, bass, and guitars. Horns and strings add color without turning the song into a parade.
The violin can suggest ache, the brass can tilt the room toward celebration, and the groove keeps checking the clock like someone late for something they secretly want to miss. It is polished, not sterile. The band remembers that air matters.
At the lyrical center sits desire, that strange engine that can make contentment feel unfinished. The press release describes the song as exploring satisfaction and the pull toward something greater just out of reach, and the music answers that idea with upward movement rather than moral judgment.
It recalls, in a sideways manner, the Futurist painters who tried to capture motion on a still canvas: a cyclist, a streetlamp, a crowd, all vibrating beyond fixed outline. John Muka Band is not chasing machinery here, of course. The band is after a warmer question.
When hunger returns after the good thing arrives, is it greed, hope, or proof that the spirit still has blood in it?
That question gives “More & More” its staying power. Many groove-led singles ask for instant reaction and little else. This one invites movement, then leaves a small pebble in the shoe.
The upbeat charge never erases the unease behind the title. Desire can fill a dance floor, buy another round, book another tour date, or keep a person awake at 3 a.m. thinking about a sentence they should have said better.

Somewhere in that comic and serious gap, the song finds its best shape. A trombone can be philosophical. So can a kick drum.
For a band associated with live improvisation, “More & More” also makes a persuasive case for control. The ensemble expands without spilling over.
Its indie rock center is sharpened by jam-band instinct, soul warmth, and roots-rock muscle, but the track remains a song first. That balance gives the release value beyond its immediate hook.
It points to a Jacksonville act refining its public identity while keeping the human friction that made the project worth following in the first place. If longing is the subject, fellowship is the method.
“More & More” leaves the listener with a useful discomfort: wanting can be a flaw, a spark, a prayer, or a rhythm section refusing to sit still.
If John Muka Band keeps turning that restlessness into shared motion, what might desire sound like when it finally learns to listen?


