Listen up, you beautiful rock degenerates. Melbourne just served us something that shouldn’t work on paper—but damn, it screams.
ReeToxA is the brainchild of Jason McKee, a South Melbourne songwriter who clearly doesn’t know when to quit. And thank the rock gods for that. This track, “Love Keeps Burning Still,” dropped June 5th, 2026, and it’s the kind of tender gut-punch that hits different when you know the blood, sweat, and hospital bills behind it.
Here’s the band lineup that McKee assembled—and it’s basically Australian royalty holding hands with European elegance. You’ve got Kit Riley on bass (yeah, the dude who played with Robbie Williams and Ross Wilson). James Ryan shredding guitar (Ross Wilson and Men At Work—c’mon). Peter Marin smacking drums for Jet and Ross Wilson. Then Terry Hart on piano, fresh off the plane from Perth. And for this duet, Riley brought in his wife Jessica McPherson-Riley—a total legend of the Aussie scene—to lay down vocals alongside McKee.
But wait. There’s more. A whole Budapest strings orchestra from Europe. On Zoom. During COVID. An independent artist pulling that off? Unheard of. McKee went mad doing it—literally ended up in the hospital for six weeks.
So what’s the song about? Divorce. The ugly, beautiful kind. McKee split from Lee—his partner of ten years, married from 2011 to 2016, met at Munich’s Oktoberfest back in 2003. And here’s the kicker: his obsession with music tore them apart. The very thing that wrecked the relationship is what gave birth to this track. Ironic? Yeah. Rock ‘n’ roll? Absolutely.
“Love Keeps Burning Still” sits as this tender little heartbeat inside what’s supposed to be a rocking double album. Delicate piano. Stirring strings. Vocals so vulnerable you feel every cracked rib. McKee was writing ten songs a day back then, living on croissants, coffee, and smokes—barely sleeping. Then a voice told him to write a better breakup song than Taylor Swift. He didn’t find one in her catalogue, so he wrote his own.
Play this in Lorne with your mates by the ocean. Watch ’em drop their jaws. This one’s headed straight for Hollywood romantic films—mark my words.