Album Review: AOL by Sheldon Adelson – A Raw, Unfiltered Ride
Alright, let’s talk about AOL by Sheldon Adelson. This album? It's not your typical polished playlist filler—it's more like that weird cousin who crashes family dinner but somehow steals the show. You know what I mean? It’s messy, unapologetic, and kinda unforgettable.
First off, there’s this track called “Static Love.” Man, it hit me right in the feels. The beat is all over the place—like someone dropped a drum machine down the stairs—but somehow it works. The lyrics are simple, almost too honest, like Adelson just sat down and spilled his soul without caring if anyone would listen. There’s this one line where he says something about "burning letters in the rain," and damn, I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days. It felt real, raw, like those moments when you’re staring out the window late at night wondering why life feels so heavy.
Then there’s “Neon Ghosts,” which is probably my favorite. Honestly, I think it’s because of the vibe—it starts slow, almost haunting, with these synthy undertones that feel like walking through an empty city at 3 AM. And then BOOM, the chorus kicks in, and suddenly you’re not sad anymore; you’re pissed. Like, mad-at-the-world pissed. But in a good way. It made me want to grab my jacket and go scream into the void or whatever. Also, the outro has this weird little glitchy sound that sounds accidental, but now I can’t imagine the song without it. Feels intentional, ya know?
What gets me most about AOL is how imperfect it is. Some tracks drag on too long, and yeah, some parts feel like they were recorded in a garage (maybe they were?), but that’s what makes it stick. It’s not trying to be perfect—it’s just being itself. And honestly, isn’t that kinda refreshing? In a world full of auto-tuned voices and cookie-cutter beats, Sheldon Adelson comes along with this chaotic masterpiece that feels like flipping through old Polaroids. Not everything matches, but every picture tells a story.
Oh, random thought—I bet Sheldon writes these songs while drinking cheap coffee and sitting in a dimly lit room surrounded by half-empty notebooks. Maybe that’s just me projecting, but hey, it feels true.
So yeah, give AOL a spin if you’re tired of music that tries too hard. Just don’t expect perfection. Expect something better—something human.
