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Block Turns Heartbreak Into A Return Map On "Love Crash" A room after midnight has its own grammar. The chair looks stricter, the guitar seems almost too honest, and sleep, if it appears at all, behaves like a guest who forgot the address. That is the emotional hour that hangs over "Love Crash", the sixth album from Block, released on Meridian, ECR Music Group. It arrives as his first new record in 13 years, yet it does not carry the stiff posture of a comeback staged for applause. Instead, it feels like a set of songs written after the applause had already gone quiet, when the only useful audience left was the self that still needed to get through the dark. Block’s name belongs to the story of New York City’s late 1990s anti-folk movement, a scene that valued rough edges, clever language, emotional candour, and useful mischief. His catalogue has been reissued in deluxe form, his audience has widened across continents, and Apple Music has placed him in editorial spaces such as New In Alternative and New In Indie. The record follows breakthrough singles "I Thought I Won The War", "Over And Over", and "Firefly", all of which pointed toward a return shaped by fracture rather than nostalgia. Block has described writing these songs after heartbreak, while sleepless and cracked open, reaching for the guitar as if it were a ladder rung. That line gives the album its main architecture. "Love Crash" is not tidy healing. It is the sound of a person testing each step before trusting it, then laughing at the absurdity of needing a ladder inside his own life. Produced by Chris Kuffner, whose credits include Ingrid Michaelson and Regina Spektor, and mixed and mastered by Blake Morgan, associated with Lenny Kravitz, Lesley Gore, and Janita, the album sits inside a carefully handled frame. Its language draws from anti-folk, indie rock, folk-punk, lo-fi songwriting, no-wave memory, and post-punk restlessness. The production appears to give the songs room to scuff their shoes, letting humour sit beside exhaustion and vulnerability arrive without theatrical lighting. https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_mQgoAzlqmITDgXMlO6CnjottYPe9zfZ88&si=cT6bpjslz6DwAbcV What gives "Love Crash" its pull is the way it treats heartbreak as an event with many rooms. Some are messy. Some are bright. Some contain a strange joke that probably should not be funny, then somehow is. Block’s anti-folk lineage matters here because the tradition understands that sincerity does not require polish, and that pain can carry a sideways grin. His name can sit near Beck, Regina Spektor, The Moldy Peaches, and Ani DiFranco without feeling like a forced family portrait. The album’s emotional design recalls the Japanese art of kintsugi, not because brokenness becomes pretty, but because repair remains visible. Gold does not hide the crack. It makes the crack part of the object’s future. Block works in a similar spirit here. "I Thought I Won The War" suggests conflict that refuses clean victory. "Over And Over" points to repetition, relapse, and the loops people create when feeling cannot settle. "Firefly" hints at a small light moving through heavy air. None of these titles need exaggerated explanation. Their power sits in their plainness. A weaker album might turn this subject into self-pity or sentimental fog. "Love Crash" seems more interested in motion. Block sounds less like an artist asking to be rescued than one reporting from the workshop where grief becomes usable tools. [caption id="attachment_65914" align="aligncenter" width="3000"] Block Turns Heartbreak Into A Return Map On Love Crash[/caption] For listeners drawn to new music with literary bones, "Love Crash" clear appeal. It is fit for fans of New York anti-folk, alternative indie, folk-punk, and lo-fi songwriting, yet it also works for anyone who wants songs that respect adult damage without draining it of life. The singles give playlist editors accessible entry points, while the album format rewards closer listening. Still, the album’s richness may also be its small challenge. Block’s refusal to settle into one obvious shape can ask a casual listener for patience. A chorus may not always behave like a billboard. A mood may bend before it declares itself. Yet that very restlessness is part of the reward. Pop culture often sells recovery as a clean before-and-after. "Love Crash" knows better. It understands that some mornings require coffee, courage, and maybe a ridiculous hat for no reason at all. Block’s return does not ask the past to applaud politely from the balcony. It asks what can still be built from a heart after collapse, after delay, after the long silence between records. If "Love Crash" is the ladder Block climbed, what might he build now that his feet are back on the floor? https://open.spotify.com/album/6dKyL5CzsK5HO2uTyp3BwD?go=1&sp_cid=48fee227a3193c48169d73ea32db15f5

Block’s “Over And Over” Is A Raw Nerve There are songs that are polished to a high sheen, every note in its place, every emotion carefully calibrated for maximum impact. And then there are songs that feel like they were ripped from the artist’s chest, still beating and bloody, and offered up to the listener as a kind of sacrifice. Block’s new single, “Over And Over,” is firmly in the latter category. It’s a raw nerve, exposed and humming with a nervous energy that is both unsettling and deeply compelling. Block, for the uninitiated, is a name that carries a certain weight in the annals of New York’s downtown music scene. A key figure in the anti-folk movement of the late 1990s, he stood alongside artists like Beck and Regina Spektor, crafting a style that was equal parts punk-rock snarl and coffee-shop confession. His music has always been a bit of a beautiful mess, a jumble of clever wordplay, and a kind of defiant vulnerability. After a major-label detour with Capitol Records and a subsequent sojourn on Wall Street, Block has returned to music with a renewed sense of purpose, and “Over And Over” is the latest fruit of this creative resurgence. The song, the second single from his forthcoming album "Love Crash", is a direct confrontation with Block’s lifelong struggle with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. "I've suffered from OCD since childhood, they didn't call it that back then, horrible things in my head, over and over," he explains. This is a dispatch from the front lines of a personal war. The track was born out of a moment of crisis, recorded in a single, “off-kilter” day in a Brooklyn studio. You can hear it in the music, a looping, insistent drumbeat that feels like a trapped thought, a guitar that scrapes and jangles with a restless anxiety. The production, handled by Chris Kuffner (known for his work with Ingrid Michaelson and Regina Spektor), is a masterclass in controlled chaos. The story behind the drum track is a perfect example of the song’s serendipitous creation. Block asked Kuffner for a drum loop, and Kuffner, on the road at a soundcheck, recorded a drummer and sent it back. That found sound became the rhythmic heart of the song, a perfect reflection of the spontaneous, in-the-moment nature of its recording. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4HvtFsF0Co Blake Morgan’s mix and mastering give the track a clarity that allows the raw emotion to shine through without getting lost in the noise. Lyrically, “Over And Over” is a descent into a “darkish place” that Block says he’s never investigated before. The words are a torrent of intrusive thoughts, a litany of anxieties that will be familiar to anyone who has ever felt their own mind turn against them. It’s not an easy listen, but it’s an honest one. In an age of carefully curated online personas and manufactured authenticity, there is something bracing about hearing an artist lay himself bare in this way. It reminds me, in a strange way, of the confessional poetry of Robert Lowell, another artist who wrestled his demons onto the page, transforming personal pain into something universal. What keeps the song from being a purely harrowing experience is Block’s innate sense of melody. Even in the darkest corners of his psyche, he finds a tune. It’s a crooked, lopsided melody, to be sure, but it’s a melody nonetheless. [caption id="attachment_63834" align="alignnone" width="2431"] Block’s “Over And Over” Is A Raw Nerve[/caption] It’s the sound of a man trying to sing his way out of a panic attack, and there’s a strange kind of beauty in that. The song is a reminder that art doesn’t have to be pretty to be powerful. Sometimes, the most affecting art is the stuff that is willing to be ugly, to be messy, to be real. “Over And Over” is not a song for everyone. It’s a challenging, confrontational piece of work. But for those who are willing to go there with Block, it offers a rare and unflinching look at the realities of mental illness. It’s a song that says, “I’m not okay, and that’s okay.” In a culture that often demands a relentless performance of happiness, that's a message that feels important and necessary in equal measure. It leaves you with a sense of the profound courage it takes to face one’s own mind, and the strange, unexpected beauty that can be found in the struggle. https://open.spotify.com/album/1k7wRWRQTrmebfuIdSiPi3?go=1&sp_cid=48fee227a3193c48169d73ea32db15f5