I hate that phrase “crashing out.” It feels overused, kinda cringe, and definitely something I never expected to apply to myself. But honestly? Lately, it’s the only way I can describe what I’ve been feeling. Like my mind and body have just hit this wall, and everything around me becomes too loud, too sharp, too exhausting. And the weird thing is — when I’m in that kind of state, even music becomes hard to listen to. And that’s the part that always catches me off guard. Music has always been a comfort for me. A place to hide, a place to breathe, a place to feel something real when everything else feels hollow. But when I’m spiraling or overwhelmed or just mentally fried, suddenly songs don’t hit the way they used to. They don’t soothe me — they just feel like noise. It’s like my brain can’t process melody anymore. Like the emotional layer of music becomes too much. Like every sound is either too loud or too empty or too sharp for my body to handle. Sometimes I’ll try to p...

 There’s this funny contradiction with music. It’s supposed to be healing. Comforting. A distraction, an escape, a companion. Most of the time, it is. Music has carried me through some of my darkest days, and it has amplified some of my brightest ones. But every so often, I hit those moments where music becomes… too much. Not because the song is bad. Not because the artist lost their touch. Not because I’m “over” a genre. It’s something deeper, something internal. When I’m overwhelmed, stressed, overstimulated, or pushed to the edge emotionally, even my favorite tracks can feel like noise. And that’s something we don’t talk about enough. When the Sound Starts to Hurt There are days when the world feels loud even before I put my headphones on. Life already feels like a messy mix of notifications, responsibilities, intrusive thoughts, unfinished tasks, worries, stress, pressure, and everything else stacked on top of each other. Then I go to play a song—and suddenly the melody fe...

  There are few bands that can make your blood rush, your chest tighten, and your heart pound all at once, while still managing to make you want to cry, scream, and sing along at the top of your lungs. That’s the strange, beautiful, chaotic energy that Dead by April brings. It’s metal, but it’s also melodic. It’s screaming rage, but it’s also emotional catharsis. It’s heavy, but it’s also deeply human. Listening to Dead by April feels like being caught in a thunderstorm while staring at the stars. There’s a rare emotional balance they manage to hit—one that’s both raw and uplifting. And that’s exactly what makes them so incredibly epic. I still remember the very first time I heard Dead by April. I was back in high school, just scrolling through random YouTube playlists, when I stumbled on their song “Two Faced.” And man, the second it started, I knew this wasn’t like anything else I’d ever heard. The mix of aggression, melody, and electronic layers—it all just hit me instantly. ...