Electric (2025)
Kellison Porter has always been a bit of an enigma — but in Electric, her debut album, every word she never said out loud finds a place to live and breathe. The record is a surge of emotion — raw, vulnerable, and at times, seething. It’s less of a collection of songs and more of a confession delivered through distortion, bass, and static.
The album kicks off with the title track “Electric” — a chaotic fusion of alt-rock and industrial-techno, setting the tone for what’s to come. The synths pulse like adrenaline while her voice cuts through the noise, both defiant and wounded. It’s the sound of someone reclaiming their power — messy, beautiful, and unapologetically alive.
Across the album, Porter’s lyrics peel back layers she’s long kept hidden. Some tracks feel like open wounds, others like warnings. You can hear the tension in her delivery — that unfiltered anger that simmers beneath the surface, the kind that comes from heartbreak, betrayal, and self-realization. But there’s also clarity — the sense that she’s no longer afraid of her own reflection.
Then comes the final track, “Still Here.” Stripped down and haunting, it closes the record on a quiet, emotional note. It’s a reminder that after all the chaos — the noise, the pain, the fire — she’s survived. The song fades like the end of a storm, leaving only her voice: fragile, real, and undefeated.
Electric isn’t just an album. It’s a reckoning — the moment Kellison Porter stops hiding and starts speaking in the only language that’s ever truly been hers: Music.
