7STAGES… 7STAGES…
Thinking about this EP has driven me insane.
I’ve spent way too long trying to decode what the album name means.
7STAGES… 7 notes? 7… what?
I’ve gone full Pepe Silvia here.
Then I realised it's literally the godam track count.
There are 7 songs — 7STAGES.
Before I’ve even talked about the music, this EP’s already turned into a life lesson: of truth being right in front of you
And the truth of the album is its Milkypossum, probably in its purest form. Distorted, layered vocals, stab synth sounds arped to a million bpmand breakbeats that make you want to get the PS2 out of the attic.
The lyrics are completely messed up yet, relatable, and you could miss it all as you cry or scream yourself to bliss while you scar dance to my fav song 404.
This is both a pre-drinks hype-up and a 10PM house party centrepiece.
(Also, while writing this, I watched the YouTube release — its the7 stages of grief , Pepe Silvia’s back.)