PHANTOM is the spectre reflected in the window of the all-night drugstore, watching you reach for the red lipstick. PHANTOM is taking notes in the corner of the dive bar while unbreakable grandmothers tango across the linoleum. PHANTOM is stargazing on the roof of the city centre motel, embroidering the constellations in neon before the bulldozers blast it all to dust.

Coming from the storytelling roots of folks and taking a few strange detours along the way, PHANTOM sings for the unsung—the broken-hearted, the teenaged psych patients, the ex-lovers at the door, the septuagenarians on the run. With haunting vocals and driving electric guitar, PHANTOM explores the mundane scenes where lives unfold; joy in the aisles of the supermarket, despair on the night bus, double-or-nothing hope in the rigged casino of our world.