My name is felly. I’m from Connecticut originally but stay out west in Los Angeles. I found a lane in the music scene a few years ago after years of putting out albums/mixtapes/projects on bandcamp, soundcloud- really whatever was available at the time. We’re talking 5-6 years ago. During the golden days of indie platforms I hit a chord in a scene I’m still trying to understand. It is wild to think about how things have evolved since.
In the early days at school at USC in Los Angeles I helped to form a collective called 2273- named after the dorm room my friends and I would create in. I kept putting out albums/mixtapes and eventually found myself on multiple nation-wide tours as a headline. Just my friends and I, selling out large rooms all across the United States.
Fast forward a few years and I’m back living in Los Angeles, after making a pit stop in Brooklyn. I signed to Sony who I dropped a couple projects with, and then most recently signed with 300 Entertainment. Throughout this journey of creating the art that speaks true to me and my fans, I’ve met and connected with thousands of people across the US and shared this love for music, life, and we’ve all gotten closer to a feeling of oneness. I’m filled with gratitude to be a creator and be able to play. The shows are crazy and my team and I get more inspired to create timeless music by the day.
Bad Radio is the first single off an invisible project I have that is entirely self-produced. I say invisible because I’m not sure if it will ever come out, though it contains some of the most personal, true to me songs. There is no reason for why it won’t come out, but the time for it hasn’t come yet. I’m thankful to Sound XYZ for providing the first glimpse of this album that the public is able to see. The songs on this EP are folky, dark, driving. Very different from the sunny light hip hop sound that I’ve been known to come with.
To sort of spoil it, the idea behind bad radio is a reflection of how I felt about love at the time. It’s like, when you hear your favorite song on the radio, but the signal won’t quite come in. Do you stay there in the static, waiting to hear whatever notes you can make out. Or do you bash the fucking radio and drive off a cliff?
The choice is yours.
Young Fel.
