What happens when a decade of love, chaos, and self-discovery gets turned into music? You get can’t hang, the stunning debut from Brooklyn’s own Ben Silby—an artist who doesn’t just sing, but pours every lived experience into each note.
Let’s get one thing clear: can’t hang is a vivid coming-of-age film for your ears—part Indie Pop, part Bedroom Pop, with flashes of Alternative and R&B-futurism. One moment you’re vibing to playful synths, the next you’re hit with gut-punching lyrics that feel like pages ripped from Silby’s journal.
Want something raw? Try “blue.” Craving drama and catharsis? “dirt i” is your go-to. And by the time the EP closes, you’re left somewhere between heartbroken and healed.
Silby’s voice—at once soft and soaring—carries a unique honesty reminiscent of Fiona Apple and James Blake, but always distinctly their own. With production help from Miles Francis and mixing by Shiftee, every sound here feels intentional, intimate, alive.
So, the real question is: can you hang? Dive in, and see where Ben Silby takes you.