The beginning. Made up of bits and pieces of music first written in 2013 and onwards. Dark, lonely, eclectic and progressive, “Gold Shadows” is a deeply personal introduction to me, its ripples forever echoing throughout the rest of my work, both musically and emotionally.
Emotional chaos, manifested in 22 songs of regret and sorrow, bleeding out in the forms of experimental hip-hop and progressive rock, art pop and no wave.
Made at the same time as “Selfish Animal”, “Margaux” is the older, wiser twin sister. A concept album taking a look at life and love from an approximation of a women’s point of view. Dramatic explorations of art pop and prog rock cumulate in the career highlight “The Boy in the Light”.
A 5 track EP made up of leftovers I really liked from the previous 3 albums. First half experimental rock, 2nd half experimental hip-hop, the idea to release it just suddenly happened, and voila, two hours later it was out.
This album takes place in the middle of “The World Will Spin Without Me”. A deranged hip-hop album attempting and failing to sound hip and modern that could only come about if the image in the artist’s mirror became grotesquely distorted.
The before and after of “selling one’s soul.” The what and why of money and what we do to earn it, and what’s left after we do so. Experimental hip-hop, art rock, even tinges of harsh noise, jazz, and reggaeton pop up here.
Released in the final hours of the 2010s, this album lets you know loud and clear that I was struggling. It gurgles and snarls recklessly, questioning higher powers, bugs, bad friends, my mental health and my decisions. A tough listen lyrically and sonically, yet the most rewarding by far. A true cumulation of my work to date, it drags battered skeletons of hip hop, rock, and pop through a desert of orchestras and noise.
An album full of a bunch of good songs without much relation to each other. Touches on pretty much everything I can do.
A “political” album, although I don’t see what’s so political about random old people thousands of miles away from me making me and my loved ones poor and inflicting schizophrenia on everybody in the country. I thought politics were supposed to be about zoning and speed limits and stuff like that.
The end. Kyle Landon existed. This is the proof. Kyle Landon existed, he was sad, he was lonely, and he sure could write a tune about it. He wrote songs to try to fight it, but it just made him dwell on it more. He then made bad decisions that kept him inside that hole, so he always had something to write about.
Kyle Landon is gone and should be missed, but if there was anyone around to miss him, he wouldn’t have had to write all these songs about being lonely, now, would he?