Implode Lives
Implode is finished
Somehow, against every odd, Implode is finished. My friend Liam has been critical in helping me put together the website, making all of this presentable online. In a season where friends vanish like smoke, that kind of loyalty feels strangely alien.
So, five songs stitched together with duct tape, caffeine, and a touch of despair sprinkled in for some added spice. Lol. It doesn’t sound like a polished record; it sounds like a man falling down the stairs with a guitar and hitting “export” on the way down.
The guitars still hiss, the drums still clatter, the vocals still wobble between “goat possessed” and “bathroom karaoke.” Every track screams amateur. And yet… it exists.
“That’s the insane part.“
After months of collapse, loneliness, and technical war crimes, there’s an actual EP with my name on it. Five songs that may be crooked, fragile, embarrassing — but they’re alive.
Uploading it feels like tossing a wounded soldier into battle. I know it’s bleeding. I know it’s limping. But hey, it made it this far.
The title never fit better: Implode. Because that’s what I did — and yet here’s the evidence, five broken songs screaming into the void.
It’s not victory. It’s not glory. But it’s something. And in this war, sometimes “something” is the only thing that matters.