Album Review: Susan Boy’s Self-Titled Debut
Susan Boy’s self-titled album is a raw, unfiltered journey through emotion and sound. It doesn’t try too hard to impress—it just is. And sometimes, that’s exactly what makes an album stick. The production feels intimate, almost like you’re sitting in the same room with her while she plays. You can hear the cracks in her voice, the hesitations between notes, and yeah, it’s kinda beautiful.
One track that really got me was “Falling Through.” It starts off slow, almost hesitant, but then builds into this wave of guitar distortion and pounding drums. What makes it memorable isn’t just the music; it’s how the lyrics feel so personal, like she’s whispering secrets meant only for you. There’s a line about “chasing shadows in the rain” that I can’t get out of my head—it’s simple, sure, but hits harder than most polished pop songs ever could.
Then there’s “Static Heart,” which feels completely different from the rest of the album. It’s stripped down, just vocals and piano, and honestly? It feels like eavesdropping on someone’s therapy session. Her voice cracks at one point, and instead of ruining the moment, it adds this weird authenticity. Like, who hasn’t had one of those days where everything falls apart? That vulnerability stays with you long after the song ends.
The thing about Susan Boy’s album is that it doesn’t scream for attention. It doesn’t have flashy features or overproduced beats. But maybe that’s why it works. It’s not trying to be anything other than what it is—a snapshot of human experience, messy and real.
And here’s the kicker: listening to it made me think about how much we lose when we chase perfection in art. Sometimes the cracks are where the light gets in. Or something like that. Anyway, if you’re looking for something genuine, give this album a spin. Just don’t expect it to hold your hand.
