When the beat drops, you know you’re in for something special. 

Album: Control

Artist: Fyfe

🎶 it’s getting late 🎶 

Fyfe kicks off Control with Conversations

A piece of magic inviting you into his world of Control.

Or lack of it.

When the hook hits.

It hits hard.

And you stay hit for an album that is a lap with ten more body breaking turns.

 🎶 the light in Amsterdam is fading 🎶

Building from a slow tempo.

Holding On brings you on a trip.

A trip through near identical hotel rooms.

A plea to a heart on the edge of giving up.

It ebbs and flows.

It is beautiful.

Trust me.

 🎶 living isn’t easy when you’ve been free and it’s taken away 🎶

There’s something haunting here.

That self doubt.

That self consciousness that we carry with us.

That we know intrinsically.

Fyfe puts it all in on Solace.

Control gets inside you.

Leaves you insecure.

🎶 if I asked you to dance, would you think me a fool 🎶

Polythene Love begins with a beautiful hypothetical conversation.

It grows into a story.

Of loss.

Of rejection.

Of questioning.

 You’re not in Control.

But that’s okay.

Fyfe is on the wheel.

🎶 everything I do, everything I do 🎶

Every single beat of the drum.

Every note on the piano.

Every breath uttered on For You.

You get the impression it was just that.

For you.

Dripping with emotion.

When the horns come in.

Prepare to lose it.

 🎶 I feel it coming in waves 🎶

The keys leave a beautiful melody in your mind.

The drums come in.

The tempo kicks up.

You’re transported to another world.

 My favorite track on the album.

Poetically and lyrically outstanding.

  In Waves is a simple masterpiece.

Call the oxymoron police. 

🎶 if I call out, will you find me 🎶

 Lies , PT 2 has the task of following In Waves.

And does so brilliantly.

The most minimal track on Control.

Fyfe croons.

Fyfe moans.

He pleads.


And in repetition, he unsettles you.

You aren’t in Control.

He is.

🎶 don’t leave 🎶

 Keep it together is what chart music should sound like.


Scratch that. 


At this point you’re onto him.

You know what his game is.

He’s brought you astray.

And you love Fyfe for it.

There are so many layers here.

You’d be a fool not to love it.

 🎶 you can cure this pain, slipping through my veins 🎶

Haunting at first.

Veins moves into an almost litanous melody.

A tale of worship.

Told in the darkest way.

 Halfway through veins you’ll need your hand held.

You’ll need someone to cure your pain.

Building up to a crescendo that more than takes your breath away.

Then abandons you.

 🎶 waiting on those tables in sunny St Tropez 🎶

Another one of those multi layered pieces of magic.

St Tropez is never what you expect.

It leads you left.

Looking right.

It leads you right.

Looking left.

When he starts making promises.

You hear the honesty in his voice.

It’s raw.

🎶 oh darling… When I’m with you 🎶

Control comes to a close with Control.

A heavy end to a heavy album.

Heavy in emotion.

Heavy in musical beauty.

Heavy in it’s  lyrical mastery.

Fyfe finishes with a bang.

An acknowledgement.

That in love, being able and willing to lose control, is being in control.

I am Timi