There’s something about this EP which makes me think of good quality denim on a sunny summer afternoon. I’m assuming that’s the vintage feel. Apathy Kills (AKA Adrian Phillips) charts a sort of retro-toned rock in his sound. It’s got lashings of ’90’s grit and drips of ’70’s Beatles-esque wooziness and a little bit of post-modern unexpectedness which brings it right back to the present.
His debut body of work, Finally, I See, chronicles empathy – or the lack thereof (which is spelled out in his name). He explores the tension and struggles between people, the highs and lows and mundane in between, finding balance in his poetic lyricism.
“Finally I see the person in front of me/ you’re highly stung/ you hate what you love,” he sings through the concluding track, “Finally” – and it’s this sort of vein most of the tracks follow.
His goal for his music is to make it sound human – a feat most apparent in the trip-up off-kilter rhythm of “Wrong”, and it might be the best track on the album. He plays with emo riffage (“On Repeat”), along with acid-tinged psych injections (“Headphones”), and spins them all into one in visceral opener “Keeping Track”.
I want a whole lot more of this in my life.
