Album Review: Forgotten Somewhere A Voice Is Calling by Charles Billings
Alright, let’s talk about this album. It’s called Forgotten Somewhere A Voice Is Calling, and it’s by Charles Billings—a US-based artist who’s clearly got a thing for heartfelt ballads. The album falls under the pop umbrella but leans heavily into that slow, emotional ballad vibe. It’s out on Symphony Concert Record, which feels like the kind of label that would back something this sincere (and maybe a little old-school).
Now, I’m not gonna lie—this isn’t the kind of music you throw on when you’re hyped or need background noise for your workout. This is sit-down-and-feel-stuff music. And honestly? Sometimes that’s exactly what you need.
Let me break it down for you with two tracks that stuck in my head.
First up, “Somewhere A Voice Is Calling.” Man, this song hits different. It starts off all soft and dreamy, like someone whispering secrets into the night. The melody builds slowly, pulling you in without you even realizing it. By the time Charles’ voice really kicks in, you’re already hooked. There’s something about the way he sings—it’s raw, almost like he’s letting you in on a personal moment. You can tell this guy means every word he’s singing. It’s one of those songs where you find yourself staring out a window, thinking about stuff you haven’t thought about in years. Like, dang, how does he do that?
Then there’s “Forgotten.” Okay, so this track has a slightly different energy, but it still packs a punch. It’s slower, sadder, and feels like a late-night conversation with yourself. The piano work here is just beautiful—simple yet powerful. What gets me is how relatable the lyrics are. Haven’t we all felt forgotten at some point? Whether it’s by someone we cared about or just life itself, this song nails that feeling. It’s not overly complicated, but sometimes simplicity says more than anything fancy could.
I gotta say, though, listening to this album made me think. In a world full of loud beats and flashy production, Charles Billings went the opposite way. He stripped everything back and focused on emotion. And while it might not be everyone’s cup of tea, it’s refreshing. Like, remember when people used to write letters instead of texts? That’s kinda what this album feels like—a letter written with care.
Oh, and here’s the random thought I had while listening: If this album were a person, it’d probably wear a leather jacket but have a notebook full of poetry in its pocket. Weird image, right? But hey, that’s art for ya.
So yeah, if you’re into music that makes you feel things deeply, give Forgotten Somewhere A Voice Is Calling a spin. Just don’t blame me if you end up crying in your coffee.
