UNITED STATES, AUSTIN TX
Oliver Jordan doesn’t aim to be liked—and on Death Rodeo, he couldn’t care less. This isn’t music for playlists or polite company. It’s a plunge into the bleak, the brutally honest, and, at times, the darkly hilarious. Released on April 11, 2025, this self-produced LP from the Austin-based recluse is a raw, jagged capsule of existential dread wrapped in slow-burning lo-fi, drone-folk, and spoken-word confessional.
Recorded entirely at DG-12 Studio (i.e., Jordan’s personal creative laboratory), Death Rodeo is fiercely solitary. Every note, lyric, and warped sound texture was conjured in isolation—by design. “I lie around all day staring at the ceiling until an idea pops into my head,” Jordan explains. “Then I work on it like a maniac.” The result is an album that sounds like…