William J. Sullivan can call himself LA-based nowadays, however, his creative flow has deeper roots than palm-lined streets of Southern California. Born and brewed on the streets of Philadelphia and bred on the underground ovens of New York City, Sullivan perfected his craft at what was then called Studio 4, before erecting his own temple of sound Wreckin Joint Productions. There is the industrial sway of hip-hop mixed with the hazy nature of electronic psychedelia and experimental roughness. The influences lobbied by the producer are as weighty and inebriating as can be: Aesop Rock, Mr. Lif, Squarepusher, Slayer themselves, metal heavies and their likes. The result? Songs that sound as though they are blowing smoke in a dream.
His new single, Hit Yo Phone offers the same intensity to the plate but with a different angle, one that has been refracted with exorbitant affection, heartbreak, and the sorrow-tinged silence that follows no response to a deafening text.
With the exposed, haunted voice of LUCI, a singer who unafraid explores emotional wastelands through a surreal, unblinking lens, the song plunges us headlong into a glitched-out, black and white world of lust, loss and longing. Recording in a small room in Pennsylvania that still pipes down the fallout of a five year relationship, LUCI pours unresolved desire into every note they all know it may be the last confession they will ever get to make, they sing of it like their lives depend on it, like there is no tomorrow.
