ryanmcfadin

Atlanta GA, USA

Ryan O’Connell isn't trying to be a philosopher; he’s just trying to ignore the breathing refrigerator. Channeling the "junk-shop" aesthetic of early Beck and the domestic poetry of the Silver Jews, O'Connell captures the specific, quiet anxiety of modern burnout. It’s a world where ants deliver insults, mirrors misspell your reflection, and the only response to a shoegaze wall-of-sound crisis is to make some deviled eggs.