Following his freshly minted signing to Illect Recordings, Rel McCoy puts vulnerability on full display like the body of Brandon from The Wire.
Over some perforating piano licks crafted by his own hands, Rel gets lower than an actual limbo and laments on his life in painstaking detail.
Self-identity, dreams, the afterlife; it’s all here and punctuated by his refusal to punch a clock with his writing hand.
Ironically, even though he says he feels lost, one can’t help but find their real sense of self buried among his reflective musings. Waiting for the clouds to break never sounded so good.