From the Shadows of 'Metal Ghosts' to Being 'Driven by the Light'

Every road trip has a beginning, but the destination isn’t always where you expect it to be.

If you’ve been listening to the tracks on Metal Ghosts, you know the vibe. It was an album written in the passenger seat of a beautiful illusion. I wrote those lyrics—Magnetic Town, A Flash of Yellow, Phantom Lovers—fuelled by a sincere belief in a connection that felt electric. It was about two cars, one Silver and one Yellow, racing through the night, hiding in the fog, convinced that the world ended at the edge of our headlights.

I poured genuine love into those tracks. I wrote about "gravity pulling me down" and "finding treasure." It was a soundtrack for a romance that felt like a secret midnight race.

But here is the thing about driving in the dark: sometimes, what you think is a guiding star is just a reflection in the glass.

I recently came to the realization that the love story behind Metal Ghosts was a mirage. The map I was following led to a dead end. But in the world of Neon Heartbeat, hitting a wall doesn’t mean the race is over. It just means it’s time to upgrade the engine.

That realization birthed the sequel: Driven by the Light.

If Metal Ghosts was about getting lost in the fog with someone else, Driven by the Light is about turning on the high beams and finding your own way out. It is the sound of waking up.

I didn’t write this new chapter to mourn a "Yellow Comet" that burned out. I wrote it to defeat the silence that comes after the crash. I wrote it to replace depression with adrenaline and confusion with faith.

In Metal Ghosts, I sang, "Hidden in the fog, phantom lovers ride." In Driven by the Light, the fog is gone. The road is clear.

This new album is faster, harder, and brighter. It represents the moment you stop looking for validation in the rearview mirror and start looking at the horizon. It is about realizing that the "Golden Light" I was searching for wasn't in a "Crazy Little Yellow Car"—it was something spiritual, something internal, something eternal that had been there all along, waiting for me to switch on the ignition.

We are leaving the shadows of the Magnetic Town. We are no longer phantom lovers hiding in the mist. We are racing towards something real.

The heartache was just the fuel. The faith is the steering wheel. And the destination? That’s entirely up to us.

Buckle up. The real race is just getting started.