TRYHARD is waltzing directly into it, red lights flashing, with no brakes in sight. On his blistering new single “Chest Pains,” the emerging artist serves an addictive batch of heartbreak, all cozily cradled in a slick, midnight-hued soundscape that pulses with every throb of regret and longing.
From the jump, “Chest Pains” hooks you by the collar and drags you into its after-hours world. The bassline reflects the quickened pulse of bad decisions, and the song’s ghostly synths swirl like cigarette smoke around half-empty drinks and unread texts. It’s dance music for the emotional, combining confession booth and club floor features.
But it’s the chorus where TRYHARD bares his bruised soul. That emotional dichotomy permeates the song while combining the glossy production vibes of MEDUZA with the lyrical sincerity of RÜFÜS DU SOL.
What distinguishes TRYHARD, however, is his writing. He has a legal studies background, so his lyrics are razor-sharp and deliberate. His delivery has the smirking swagger of someone who knows precisely what trainwreck is about to unfold and floors it anyway.
“Chest Pains” is a late-night anthem for anyone who loved the wrong person just a little too hard and danced through the damage with their eyes wide open. It’s TRYHARD at his high-shine heartbreak that’ll leave listeners gasping and pressing repeat.