EJ “Fancy Car” (SINGLE)

There’s a moment in EJ’s new single “Fancy Car” — right after the second chorus crashes into a neon-lit guitar solo — where time dilates. It’s not just music. It’s memory, melancholy, and motion all at once. The kind of sonic vertigo that makes you remember every time you stood outside someone’s door hoping they’d still love you.

Hailing from Orlando’s indie circuit, EJ’s aesthetic is rooted in raw sincerity and theatrical flair, but “Fancy Car” marks his most refined emotional offering yet. As the second single from The Storm, the middle installment of his conceptual trilogy, the track encapsulates youthful longing and capitalist disillusionment in one bittersweet drive.

The lyrics drip with vulnerability masked as bravado:

“Oh maybe / she’ll want me / if we steal a fancy car.”

It’s romantic, tragic, and crushingly relatable. The line doesn’t suggest theft for thrill — it’s a metaphor for the lengths we go to feel desirable. The “fancy car” is fame, money, beauty, success — whatever validation we’re told love requires. The pain behind it is clear:

“She begs me not to go / but hates it when it’s day.”

 

Musically, EJ walks the tightrope between arena rock and indie pop. The production is clean but never sterile, leaving space for emotional grit. The highlight is unquestionably the guitar solo — an 80s-style ripper that would’ve made Billy Idol proud. It doesn’t feel retro for the sake of trend; it feels earned, like heartbreak reaching a fever pitch.

The outro loops the chorus with increased intensity, echoing obsession, regret, and the haunting line:

“I’m a zombie and I’m waiting downstairs.”

It’s chilling in the best way.

For fans of Bleachers, early The 1975, or even Springsteen in his Tunnel of Love era, “Fancy Car” is an anthem for driving at night with nowhere to go. EJ isn’t just writing songs; he’s mapping emotional terrains. This one is heartache on wheels.

Mark Druery