
"Jack Manley writes from the edge of survival. A singer, a multi-instrumentalist, and a voice that drifts through shoegaze haze and grunge fire. He emerged from New York with philosophy books in one hand and a body battered by addiction in the other. He nearly lost everything, but he did not. His songs carry that weight, and they feel raw, hypnotic, and restless. They shift between dream and confession, between noise and stillness."
"His work is not academic but lived. The questions don't arise in lecture halls but in hospital rooms, in nights of collapse, and in mornings of recovery. He wonders what it means to grow up too late, to come of age after the damage has already been done, an idea he also explored during his years at Fordham Lincoln Center, where beginnings, endings, and identity were always under scrutiny. His debut album, "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?," turns memory into something sharp and sonic. Addiction, recovery, and the ache of youth stretched beyond its breaking point ran through it. Manley holds everything together with cutting guitars and lyrics that refuse to soften their blows."
"Manley's latest song, "FLC Punk," bursts with sharp colours and wound-tight energy. A bratty, Brit-pop-leaning track that is both razor-edged and self-aware, it tumbles with hazy post-punk vocals and a pastiche of rock vocabulary, creating a scrapbook sound for a scrapbook memory. The song wrestles pain to the ground and shakes it for every scrap of wisdom it can yield."
Jack Manley writes from the edge of survival as a singer and multi-instrumentalist whose voice moves between shoegaze haze and grunge fire. He emerged from New York carrying philosophy books and a body battered by addiction, and his music holds that lived experience. Themes of addiction, recovery, and youth stretched beyond breaking point run through his debut album, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?. His song “FLC Punk” fuses bratty Brit-pop attitude with hazy post-punk vocals to critique privilege, rebellion, and the emotional aftermath of a damaged coming-of-age.
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