The Project has something of a raucous, sweat drenched love letter to unfiltered rock ‘n’ roll with their *Death Of Me*. It sounds like a living, breathing beast from the very first snarling riff, with a lineup of scene vets whose souls are invested in playing (we aren’t pulling punches here, folks). Dennis Hill’s vocals are pure gravel-and-glory snarl: the kind of authenticity gained only by years of shouting over amps.
In the back, Jimmy Davis, Scott Shiflett and Erik Ferentinos form the triple guitar assault of doom and hook redemption, backing up a rhythm section (Lit’s Kevin Baldes, BulletBoys’ Jimmy DeAnda) who drive into a sound sequestered to musical muscle cars without deploying a brake pedal ever.
The contrasts on the track work—they are sunny power pop melodies that clash with gnarly distortion and polished harmonies that carry raw energy—but it’s never less than its reckless heart. The vibe is doubled down on in the video with its no frills, band in a room intensity like ‘90s music rebellion. *Death of Me* is not just quality rock; *Death of Me* reminds you why quality rock matters. It's not about gimmicks, it's not about trends, it's a band going out there and playing like their lives depend on it. And make it scuff your floors a little while you turn it up.
