LOUD HOUND can’t help that he’s a “Melancholy Boy”
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New Jersey’s LOUD HOUND drops his indie sad-boy anthem “Melancholy Boy” featuring oscillating soundscapes that paint a vivid picture, while muted tones and ethereal harmonies emit a laid-back atmosphere.

With catchy lyrics singing “I don’t want to be your lover, now that you’re gone I can see that you’re trouble”, the song gradually builds into an erupting chorus featuring jangly guitars and crashing percussion. LOUD HOUND is the moniker of New Jersey-based musician Tommy Florio, who has been making a name for himself with his heady concoctions reminiscent of Beck meets Tame Impala. His distinct style creates a backdrop for his woeful tales of everyday experiences and how he copes with life’s pressures.

“Melancholy Boy” details the singer’s personal hurdles with mental health, particularly depression and anxiety. The song touches on relationships and questions whether you love someone for what they are, rather than who they are. A constant battle of head over heart, LOUD HOUND shares how he in particular has difficulties with his conflicting thoughts. The songwriter shares, “I don’t know maybe it’s just me and the relationships I’ve had, but basically I really loved this girl and our relationship was awesome in the honeymoon period and then afterlife started settling in and we really got to know each other we just weren’t really compatible. And every time we would break up, see other people, ignore each other for months and then get back together and I would eventually realize that I’m running in circles and I don’t really love her and I love the girl who I thought she was. And I think because of my depression and anxiety problems I often blamed myself.”

“Melancholy Boy” is just one of the many singles LOUD HOUND has up his sleeve for 2020. So stay tuned for more relatable soundtracks to millennial living.

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photo by: Bob Sweeney