Okay, Death Rodeo is a gritty, weird, beautiful punch to the gut. Oliver Jordan does everything himselfโwriting, recording, probably wrestling with inner demons between takesโto create this collection that gets the gist of Nine Inch Nails and early Nirvana, who got stuck in a haunted VHS tape. The opener, โDeath Rodeo,โ kicks off with an eerie siren-call that morphs into a guitar riff so heavy it could flatten a small building. And then Jordanโs raw, biting voice launches in like a prophet mid-apocalypse. Itโs manic, itโs poetic, itโs weirdly catchy. Thereโs this pulse of defiance underneath the madness, and by the second โDeath, death, death rodeoโ chant, youโre oddly hypnotized.
Then thereโs โDeath Growl,โ which is what youโd get if your soul had a breakdown in a digital wasteland. The vocals sound like theyโre clawing out of layers of glitch and distortion, and the lyrics hit like dark diary entries: syrup, codeine, and identity unraveling in real-time.
And โCorrection Centerโ is a cinematic slow-burn wrapped in haunting synths and a surprisingly melodic vocal delivery. It feels like a sad letter from the edge, emotionally brutal but beautifully composed. Jordan sings like heโs bleeding memories over each line.
Oliver Jordan tries to make sense of things through music. And somehow, in the rawness and the noise, he does. Death Rodeo is a full-throttle descent into darkness, that you will want to tag along to. Listen to it on Spotify.
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Review by: Naomi Joan