Heartbreak Afterparty by Rich Delinquent: EP Review

by admin February 20, 2026

February 20, 2026

Heartbreak Afterparty by Rich Delinquent: EP Review

Rich Delinquent writes diary entries on a flickering nightclub screen. The dark pop, emo-leaning alt-R&B, and electronic chaos braided into one neon confession. The Australian artist/producer has already blurred lines with collaborators like RMR, FRVRFRIDAY, phem, and Tyla Yaweh. On the EP Heartbreak Afterparty, he leans all the way into his core obsession: heartbreak as a drug, obsession as a dancefloor, self-destruction as mood lighting. If you live somewhere between Chase Atlantic, The Weeknd, and Blackbear, this is your kind of damage.

“Never Said I’m God” opens the EP with a slow, thumping drumbeat while Rich’s high, sharp vocal hangs in the air, sensual but raw, as if he’s trying to stay calm while everything caves in. Then the chorus flips the switch, as fast synths bustle in, the energy spikes, and the hook turns the mess into something you can scream along to. The lyric is full of fatalistic smugness and bruised honesty (“Senorita… dying every weekend doesn’t sound like fun… never said I’m god”), and the verses wail vulnerably like they are suspended in the air.

“Black LaFerrari” (feat. FRVRFRIDAY, Starr Adara) is the EP’s glossy, reckless joyride. The beat hits harder, the atmosphere gets immersive, and the opening vocal comes breathy and intimate, like a whisper from the passenger seat right before you do something dumb. A falsetto shift adds a dreamy tilt, then Starr Adara’s tender, luscious voice slides in soft and vulnerable, giving the track its emotional counterweight. By the end, distorted synths blur the edges until it collapses into an echoey falsetto over piano.

Then the title track “Heartbreak Afterparty” (feat. Tyla Yaweh) lands like the final scene of the movie. Shimmery atmosphere, soft, slow thumps alongside smooth vocals before the beat starts tapping like a nervous foot, all come too sleek. Then you have the falsetto swooning into an illusory haze. Tyla cuts through with confident bars—cooler, sharper—turning the sadness into swagger without killing the mood.

What makes Heartbreak Afterparty work is the balance: it’s cinematic and seductive, but it never pretends the pain is glamorous. It just lets pleasure and collapse share the same room—and somehow makes you want to hit replay.