JB Elwoodโs โVisiting Hoursโ is a moment frozen in time, wrapped in hospital walls, missed calls, and disappointment that changes you. With a voice thatโs thick like smoke and tender like a letter you were never brave enough to send, Elwood walks you through his pain that becomes yours, as he spins a tale of absence thatโs more haunting than hate ever could be.
The track opens with shimmering guitars and a warm, melodic strum that could lull you into thinking this is going to be a gentle ride, but then the lyrics come in, sharp and soul-baring. โOut of seven days, you couldnโt make the timeโ punches with the kind of specificity that only comes from lived experience. His vocals build, relaxed and storytelling at first, then increasingly strained and emotional, until theyโre practically trembling with ache. By the time the chorus rolls around with that devastating line, โthereโs no need to cry, but visiting hours close tonightโ, youโre already chest-deep in the wreckage.
And itโs so singable. The kind of pain you canโt help but shout along to in the car, pretending the windows donโt fog with memories. Thereโs an elegance in how the drums thump beneath those guitars, like something that used to hold you but doesnโt anymore.
Lyrically, itโs a masterclass in poetic bitterness, equal parts indictment and farewell. Elwood remembers, and thatโs what hurts the most. This is heartbreak with dignity. โVisiting Hoursโ feels less like a song and more like a door closing softly behind you.
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Photo Credit: Abby Crutchfield
Review by: Naomi Joan