Evan Voytas is a musician originally from Pennsylvania, but who now resides in the L.A. area. If you have ever wanted someone who could sing like Passion Pit combined with obviously simplified synthesized drum beats and snares, you’ve found your man.
The on again, off again pop musician should know better. After having studied classical composition and atonalism in New York, the city built on cacophony, Voytas picks a candy cane swirled voice that is diabetically sweet. Vocals ethereal and distant, his production can be groovy in a minimalistic, 80’s nostalgic vibe kind of way. Which is fine as the sounds of the 80s have come back en vogue over the last few music cycles. The problems only begin to arise a few listens into his 10 odd tracklist: the same rhythms, the same motifs abound over and over. This isn’t nostalgia, it’s monotony.
Granted, the track “Tomorrow Night We’ll Go Anywhere,” off of his LP Feel Me came out more than five years ago. But still, there is little excuse for your professional music sounding like you whipped it up on Garageband. Crappy synths, nauseatingly sweeping violins, the whole album sounds as if Voytas is whispering at full volume. Most of the five track album leaves me uninspired, with little exception. A few seconds of saving grace on each track, the rest is overdone or underdone or simply tacky.
It feels lazy; a little too simplified. Like giving the people what they want when you know that you can give them something better: what they need. I know I’m sitting here in my armchair and lambasting someone who is putting himself out on the line for the world to judge. But I have to judge fairly, and in my opinion Voytas is settling for less. It sounds like he has an idea of what can work musically, and can theoretically create a piece that does sound good. The disconnect happens in the depth of the material and the implementation. The tunes make me want to bob my head, but more often than not into the wall or keyboard.
When listening to “Lite Conversations” and “Disappear Into The Stars,” two of his more recent works, it feels as if he is trying to put together tunes he heard while a child and misremembering just enough to make it fall puzzlingly flat. “Lite Conversations” in particular had me snoozing in a matter of moments. Three minutes too long, this is the type of music that I imagine makes great music videos. Gorgeous blonde hair flowing in the breeze, as the drop top convertible spins down the road into the sunshine. Unless you’re in that fantastical moment, I cannot in full honesty recommend Voytas as a musician.
With no new songs in the last year, give or take, and no tour dates currently on-going, it appears if Voytas is snoozing on his career. Which honestly, might be in everyone’s best interest unless he settles on something more tangible. Give the people some brussel sprouts; something to chew on that won’t rot us from the inside out.