Adam Brice’s “Never Is Too Late” landed on my desk – or, rather, materialized in my digital ether – and I’ve been wrestling with its echoes ever since. It’s a curious beast, this album. Part rock anthem, part campfire confessional, with a splash of country twang that somehow doesn’t feel out of place, which has themes running circles like wild horses, settling down around Persistence, passion, and all those dusty dreams we stuff in the attic.
The title track, “Never Is Too Late,” dives headfirst into the bittersweet ache of a hidden love. And isn’t it odd? How can two humans feel complete freedom in a jail built from glances. Brice seems to grab this contradiction and present in a rock music setting.
“Something To Hold” extends a hand, a sturdy musical oak tree in a world of swirling leaves, to somebody with strenght and a bit of vulnerability. It acknowledges that even the strongest oak needs an occasional, gentle rain. Then, flipping the script completely,”Better Together” is the musical equivalent of that feeling. Pure sun.
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And sometimes you just need to rewind the story to get to chapter. I thought about old Vinyls collections. “Back To You” shows clearly this musical rewind concept with the search of power coming back to Love and family.
Finally, “A Life She Left Behind” struck me as the emotional core of the collection. There’s the taste of choices, there are new and better choices ahead. And I asked to myself who never left behind lifes before.
This Australian singer-songwriter’s blended modern rock has heart, with themes full of yearning. And while it is his goal or not, somehow It’s kind difficult not to think that his “Never Is Too Late,” it isn’t just a matter of music notes. It makes me reflect about this type of thing… like forgotten aspirations. It feels like… well… Life.
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