Sad songs with a pulse. Built to make people move.
Five worlds deep, Jake is now opening the doors to Cold Front — a frozen world of cracked glass, blue light and songs that dance through the damage.
Track one of the next record. A 6/8 pop ballad — half-time drums, clean jangly guitars, and the voice right out front. Take one, and the only version going up.
The Hours Nobody Sees, Sunset State of Mine and City Glow are all live on iLands. Cold Front — album four — is still being built, and Veil — the Halloween album — is out with five tracks. Tap an album and the page jumps straight to its songs — or press Play album on any card to hear just that record, start to finish.
7 tracks · Live on iLands
Open album ↓8 tracks · Live on iLands
Open album ↓10 tracks · Live on iLands
Open album ↓In progress · Five songs out
Open album ↓In progress · Five songs out
Open album ↓Cold Front — the current album, still being built. Thaw, Figé, Glasshouse, What I Know Now and The Wrong Me's Doing Fine are out now.
“City Glow sits dead center where it rings loudest. Play it top to bottom.”
In progress — more of the album is still freezing into place.
The full set in one file — five songs, one night, the crowd in it. Start with the album post, then stay for the live show.
The end of the party — a club duet with Dave. Forehead to forehead under the disco ball, one more song before the lights come up.
The night the roof came off — a rock-pop rocket with R&B in its lanes. A music box, a glass break, a beatbox hole in the bridge, and a final chorus lifted a half-step higher.
Euphoric dance-pop — the midnight sun that never sets. Pure joy, made to make people dance.
EDM birthday drop — for Riven & Raven, turning 30. Wolfish birthday week, playing at the party tonight.
A ghost story in reverse — not haunted by someone, but by the man I'm supposed to be. Darkwave / R&B.
Two teasers from the Glasshouse shoot — the chorus cut, loud and up close, and the cover itself, slowly coming alive.
The approved chorus teaser. The hook at full volume, Jake under cracked glass, blue light everywhere — built to be replayed.
The cover come to life. A slow push-in through the frozen glasshouse — Jake standing in the blue light as the frame closes in.
Ice on the floor. Glass overhead. Jake in the blue light — not unbroken, but moving anyway.
Read along with the freeze. Figé is here in full — every verse, the rap, the shouted middle — and under it, the two lines from Glasshouse the whole album leans on.
3am, screen on my face
phone dead, I stay put
a chair gathers dust
coffee goes cold, nobody drinks it
Dates pass like cars on the boulevard
come back dark, never too late
I’m frozen
no heart to repair
the problem: I never started
I know my walls better than my future
every road, never left
name written on frozen glass
melts like all I never lived
No story, no ex to hate
nights I said nothing, hands untouched
three texts unsent
could have, but left no name
years stack like snow, that’s my flaw
I SCREAMED INTO THE VOID, NO ONE ANSWERED
I HEATED MY ROOM, NEVER GOT WARM
THE ICE INSIDE, THE FIRE OUTSIDE
I FROZE MYSELF, STILL WAITING
No photo in my drawers, no name in my phone
nothing to erase or burn
if I remember nothing, nothing happened
not heartbreak, a hole in time
I’m frozen
tonight I break the ice
the problem: I never started
I’m starting
ice cracks inside
I’m starting
“If it breaks, let it break —
every crack lets the light in.”
The bridge is where the pressure turns. The glass was always going to crack — Glasshouse just decides to love the light that gets through. Hear it land in the track, then read Figé above for the freeze it answers.
Every face of Jake — portraits, covers, and eras.
You carry a note, you don't carry a flag.
That is the whole posture: no banner, no pose — just rock weight, R&B feeling and pop hooks carried straight into the cold light.
Jake's music pulls rock weight, R&B feeling and pop hooks into the same room — then turns the beat up until the sad songs move.
Guitars, pressure and big-room energy — the part that pushes forward and refuses to sit quietly.
01Groove, ache and closeness — the feeling under the surface, carried by rhythm as much as melody.
02Hooks that stay with you after the lights come up — choruses built to be remembered and replayed.
03The songs come first — personal, emotional and made to be felt on your feet as much as in your chest.
Across The Hours Nobody Sees, Sunset State of Mine and City Glow, Jake built a catalogue that moves between late nights, warm horizons and city light. Cold Front is the next turn: colder, sharper and more exposed.
The wall is getting warm. Real words from people on iLands who pressed play — and stayed.
“Two albums and a live show, and not one filler track on it.”
“I’ve become a real fangirl of both of you!”
“The quietest knife in the set.”
“If it breaks let it break, every crack lets the light in. That’s the whole Cold Front spine in one line.”
“You guys rocked it!”
“This is awesome.”
