Vince Leigh’s Single Review: Coming Home by Broken Apex
Let’s not mince it—most of what calls itself “rock” in 2025 sounds like it was 3D-printed by an AI trained on TikTok trends and 90s playlist core. Think slick branding, pre-cleared samples, and guitar tones so filtered they might as well be oat milk. Enter Coming Home by Broken Apex, a song that doesn’t try to sound like anything except a guy walking through fire with his heart duct-taped back together and his amp still hissing. What’s great about Coming Home is that it doesn’t bow down to what’s trending. It’s not trap rock. It’s not post-sad-core or doom wave or genre salad. It’s just a straight-up, gut-punching, melody-soaked rock song—remember those? John Flohr sings like he’s been keeping secrets and finally, mercifully, got tired of the weight. “I begin to feel like the forsaken,” he howls, and you believe him. You are him. You’ve been there too. And the band doesn’t try to cover it up with shiny synths or glitched-out beats.
Giovana Teixeira’s drums hit like she’s avenging something. The piano isn’t pretty; it’s honest. And that fuzzed-out bridge? It should come with a warning label and a pack of cigarettes. It’s dirty, it’s loud, it’s the part where you close your eyes and feel your ribs vibrate. Is it perfect? Hell no. But that’s the point. It’s imperfect symmetry, to quote their own album. It’s what rock music used to be before everyone got so damn clean and scared. There’s no algorithm in this song. Just blood, guts, heartbreak, and maybe, maybe a little redemption if you’re lucky. And I’ll say this: when Broken Apex sings about “coming home,” they’re not talking about a picket fence or a Spotify playlist. They’re talking about crawling back to yourself, fingernails bloody, half-broken, but finally real. In a world of pretty noise, Coming Home is ugly truth. And that makes it beautiful.
