Reetoxa returns with a final whisper that lingers long after silence with "Call"

In a world where singles frequently emphasize immediacy over intimacy, "Call" by Reetoxa is a rare one. This closing track plays like a whispered confession you weren't supposed to overhear. Serving as the emotional center of the band's first LP, this song could have been written to close, but it should have been given importance.

Composed after a brief reunion with an ex-flame, frontman Jason wrote "Call" while adrift between heartache and desire literally, at Brisbane airport. It's as raw a personal story behind it as the song itself, a weekend reignited, then halted. No message. No return. Only the dull ache of waiting for a call that will never come.

"Call" somehow managed to capture that ache with ghostly precision. Jason's voice, the way it drops with openness, cracked in all the right places, wavering between longing and resignation. Sparkling drums pulse like distant thunder, the guitars echo with ghostly warmth. Underneath, the bass stops and weaves through the mix like something you can't let go of, grounding that emotion in something tangible and deeply human.

"Call" doesn't shout to be heard, it lingers, like perfume on a jacket or a half-finished text never sent. In an era when fast skips dominate and scenes are temporary, Reetoxa close their debut album with a track that grinds time to a halt, prompting listeners to reflect on what might have been a pause in the studio.