Jacksonville’s own Kevin Driscoll just dropped his first official solo bomb, “Black It Out”, and it’s a straight-up dive into the whiskey-soaked abyss of a dead relationship. Driscoll comes out SWINGING LIKE A MAN POSSESSED, his voice a ragged mix of raw nerve endings and hard-won grit. This ain’t sadness, folks. This is the brutal, ugly AFTERMATH – the sound of hope getting curb-stomped.
Driscoll IS the entire machine. He wrote this beast, played damn near every note, and proved he’s not just a sideman – he’s a SOLO FORCE with vision bleeding from his pores. The core is pure, unfiltered emotional napalm. That moment when the pain’s so deep, all you wanna do is “Black It Out” – drown it, erase it, choke it into silence. Heavy? You bet your ass. Real? Like a fist to the solar plexus.
But hold up, it ain’t just a wall of angst. Enter Jeremiah Johnson, the secret weapon who slides in like liquid mercury cutting through crude oil. His synth solo is a beam of warped, celestial light tearing through the emotional murk. And hell yes, props where they’re due: Johnson didn’t just solo; he mixed and mastered this beast, giving Driscoll’s howl the cathedral-sized echo it demands. Shout to Richard Dudley at Long Jump Records too – the man captured lightning in a jar without sanitizing the static.
“Black It Out” is a blast furnace of a song. It’s haunting, sure, but it’s also got this undeniable, gritty energy that demands repeat plays. It’s the sound of an artist grabbing the mic solo for the first time and absolutely owning it. This debut single slaps hard, setting the stage for what promises to be one hell of a fiery solo chapter from Kevin Driscoll. Get it streaming now and feel that raw power. Rock solid debut!