Platinum Coast

Platinum Coast leans fully into the velvet sheen of classic yacht rock, but there’s something slightly crooked beneath the shine. It moves with confidence and restraint, built on precision drums and warm electric piano, the kind of groove that feels effortless until you listen closer.

The Fender Rhodes carries the harmonic weight, wrapping rich jazz chords around a steady shuffle. The guitar slips in clean and controlled, never breaking the surface tension. Everything sounds immaculate, expensive, and curated. But underneath the smooth exterior, the lyrics question the illusion — wealth without gravity, luxury without meaning.

It’s relaxed. It’s polished. It smiles while it quietly judges the room.

Production Notes

Mid-tempo groove with a relaxed shuffle pocket
Fender Rhodes setting a warm, glossy foundation
Clean fusion-style guitar woven through the mix
Lush backing vocals adding depth and lift
Studio polish with controlled dynamics throughout

Mood / Intent
Smooth, ironic, confident, detached, quietly reflective

Lyrics

I saw your picture in the paper today
Holding a martini in a very specific way
Buying up the island for a private retreat
Keeping all the riff-raff off the street
The humidity is rising in the afternoon
You’re howling at the shadow of a silver moon

The algorithm is working fine
Turning the water into vintage wine

Living on the Platinum Coast
Raising a glass for a hollow toast
Nothing is heavy, nothing is real
Just the turning of the captain’s wheel
Living on the Platinum Coast

Trading in the secrets for a brand new car
You never really have to travel very far
The palm trees are plastic but they look so good
Standing in the center of the neighborhood
Checking the reflection in the polished glass
Watching the illusion finally come to pass

Don’t ask why
Just watch the sky

Living on the Platinum Coast
Raising a glass for a hollow toast
Nothing is heavy, nothing is real
Just the turning of the captain’s wheel