Noah Genesis has shared his sophomore album titled another hornet didn’t make it to spring. With this record, he offered up a document of emotional snapshots, stitched together with careful hands and an experimental spirit. another hornet didn’t make it to spring, his second full-length project, is self-produced, self-written, and fully self-performed. And it sounds like it.
The Los Angeles-based (by way of Seattle) artist has built something that feels more like a personal archive than a polished product. It’s unfiltered but not messy, loose but it would never be called careless. Over the course of 11 tracks, Genesis blends hazy indie-pop with skeletal hip-hop beats, moody folk guitars, and ambient textures that drift in and out like thoughts you can’t hold onto.
The record opens with “parasite,” a tender, understated track led by muted acoustic strings and vocals that waver between ghostly and grounded. It sets a fragile tone, but the album doesn’t stay there. “northside story” introduces a punchier, rhythm-driven energy without losing the introspective edge. By the time you reach “and it stings” and “stinger,” you’re fully immersed in a layered atmosphere of warped reverb and ambient fog- like a memory being replayed on damaged tape.
What makes the album striking is its refusal to settle into one mood or format. It constantly shifts- sometimes softly, sometimes jarringly- like emotional weather. You never quite know where it’s headed next, but it always feels purposeful. There’s no filler here, even in its most minimal moments.
Lyrically, another hornet didn’t make it to spring walks a line between confessional and cryptic. Some tracks read like pages torn from a diary; others feel more like overheard fragments, emotionally loaded but only partially legible. It’s not about perfect clarity- it’s about what lingers after the song ends.
Even with its lo-fi production style and intimate tone, another hornet didn’t make it to spring doesn’t feel small. It feels close. Like you’re sitting next to the artist as he plays you his latest rough draft- and then realizing that rough draft is actually the final product, because nothing else would’ve felt as real.
