


Deloyd Elze is the project of Jacob Henry Allen, an artist born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida who writes country songs into experimental sonic landscapes. This particular sound is what Deloyd Elze calls digital twang: his music captures snapshots not just from the places he’s lived his life – from glugging Twisted Teas with the alligators on a Florida swamp pontoon, to working blue-collar jobs on boats and construction sites to scrape by in Los Angeles, to cracking a cold one with that old guy Willie living out back in mom’s backyard in the doublewide, who’s siphoning power from the main house – but they sound like they’ve been captured on a digicam, rather than film. Pixelating story into song, imprinting an instant nostalgia. As a Berklee grad with a blue-collar background and multi-generational Southern roots, Deloyd Elze’s form of country music is inspired by the myriad of lives he’s intersected with, from the grit of job sites to the inspiration of music scenes to the undersung glory of the swamps of his youth.
Growing up in Jacksonville, Florida was a study in extremes, which formed Deloyd’s artistic consciousness around noticing the depth that lurks beneath the surface of things. He was a young voyeur of party culture and the tourism economy, and all the comedy and darkness that entails. Though he gravitated towards guitar, in high school, his mother nudged him towards football. So it was a moonshot when, as a senior, he applied to Berklee College of Music — Florida State University was his backup. His fate seemed sealed when he was rejected from FSU, but accepted to Berklee as a songwriter. It’s where, as a scholarship student at this center of rigor and prestige, he was shown, for the first time, that he was a natural songwriter, and it was there that he started to believe it for himself…almost.
At Berklee, he was exposed to two distinct musical worlds: the technical intensity of his jazz peers, and the experimental sounds coming out of the Northeastern DIY scene. When his degree in songwriting was complete, he considered Hollywood as a natural next step, but as he took the leap he ended up just short of it in Long Beach, California – some family friends had an open room for cheap. During that chapter of his life, he was in a relationship, working as a deckhand for the Catalina Express, picking up odd construction jobs, and wondering what to make of his life next. It wasn’t a particularly soft landing, post-Berklee, returning to the unsympathetic everyman realities of a working class coastal city – but it helped attune Deloyd to the core matter of his songwriting: real life, as rich and complex as it can be.
A breakup proved a wakeup call to get into gear, after stalling in a state of postgraduate ennui. After some thought of moving to New York City, Deloyd was offered another cheap room in Los Angeles, and he heeded the call. It was as clear a sign as any that this was his moment to re-commit to songwriting, to meet collaborators in the music scene, and to deepen his pursuit of his digital twang experimentation. It’s a banner under which his range of influences –from John Prine, MJ Lenderman, and Bon Iver to Dijon and mkgee – sound natural when woven together, but from a perspective belonging specifically to Deloyd Elze. His songs struggle through the search of finding warmth and a home in this world, with grace for all of its strange turns and deeply twisted characters. Deloyd’s craving to push the sonic form and musical boundaries of country music is what he sees as an exploratory way of writing songs; the touchstone of his particularly Floridian lens on country music.
In 2025, Deloyd Elze signed to Concord, with the announcement of his fittingly titled single “Rite of Passage.” Wherever his music ends up taking him, Deloyd Elze will always be anchored to where he came from – it’s in his very name. The name Deloyd Elze originally belonged to his great-grandfather: his legend is one of a Georgia-born dairy farmer-turned-alleged moonshiner who was run out of his hometown of Cairo by the cops and fled to Florida to start over, where he founded a successful family business in the (particularly metaphorical) infrastructure of seawall construction. As for this 21st century musical incarnation of Deloyd Elze, this musical project honors his namesake’s spirit of making somethin’ out of nothin’ – more specifically, of making a sturdy construct out of the weird and raw material from which you came, hoping it’ll hold for years to come.
1) Gatorade & Menthols (03:16)
(Jacob Allen)
Jacob Allen (BMI)
Produced by Deloyd Elze, Boxtrod
Mixed by Joel Gardella
Mastered by Mike Monseur
Genre Country/Indie
Deloyd Elze – vox, acoustic guitar
Aaron Kennedy – synth bass, texture
Pearce Gronek – pedal steel
Jacob Cummings – piano
2) Rite Of Passage (03:31)
(Jacob Allen)
Jacob Allen (BMI)
Produced by Deloyd Elze, Boxtrod
Mixed by Joel Gardella
Mastered by Mike Monseur
Genre Country/Indie
Deloyd Elze – vox, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, synth, drum programming, drums
Will Durkee – vox, texture
Fletcher Barton – vox, electric guitar
Aaron Kennedy – piano, synth, synth bass
3) George Jones ft. Angela Autumn (03:35)
(Jacob Allen)
Jacob Allen (BMI)
Produced by Deloyd Elze, Boxtrod
Mixed by Joel Gardella
Mastered by Mike Monseur
Genre Country/Indie
Deloyd Elze – vox, acoustic guitar, synth, electric bass, texture, drum programming
Angela Autumn – vox
Seamus Guy – fiddle
Aaron Kennedy – texture
4) Dog Will Hunt (02:55)
(Jacob Allen)
Jacob Allen (BMI)
Produced by Deloyd Elze, Boxtrod
Mixed by Joel Gardella
Mastered by Mike Monseur
Genre Country/Indie
Deloyd Elze – vox, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, synth, texture, electric bass, percussion
Pearce Gronek – electric guitar
Aaron Kennedy – synth, texture
Elias Quinn – drums
5) Queen of Spades (03:40)
(Jacob Allen)
Jacob Allen (BMI)
Produced by Deloyd Elze, Boxtrod, Ryan Pollie, Michael “Wallker” Daniel
Mixed by Joel Gardella
Mastered by Mike Monseur
Genre Country/Indie
Deloyd Elze – vox, nylon guitar, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, lap steel, banjo
Laney Tripp – vox
Aaron Kennedy – vox, synth, piano, electric bass
Michael “Walker” Daniel – slide guitar, texture, rhodes piano
Ryan Pollie – drums
Boxtrod – texture
℗ & © 2026 Deloyd Elze, LLC. Under exclusive license to Concord Records. Distributed by Concord, 10 Lea Avenue, Suite 300, Nashville, TN 37210. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws. CRE03363
Catching lizards in backyard glow
Just to wear them on my ear lobes
If you’re scared don’t ever let it show
Blue gatorade and menthol smokes
Any excuse to take the long way home
If you’re scared don’t ever let it show
I’m killing time
With your fingers interlocked into mine
It’s all that i can do
Don’t cross county lines
When you can reach out and hold paradise
It’s all that i can do
Go to jail or drop out of school
Maybe break a bone or two
Find a trade or get shipped off to boot
And you want start a fight
Well come on then lets take it outside
Give the neighbors a piece of our mind
I’m kililing time
With your fingers interlocked into mine
Its all that i can do
Don’t cross county lines
When you can reach out and hold paradise
And this is truth
Its all that i can do
Its a rite of passage
And I’m out on a slow burn
Tack on another bad habit
Just to hear my gears turn
And my body you can have it
But I couldn’t say how much its worth
Run it up, run it out, run it down
Just run me ragged
Won’t you come inside and out there from the rain
I’m telling you we can fight all ‘bout it in the morning
Don’t hold back run me ragged
Its a backhanded compliment
Its believing that I’m reticent
Well you come by it honest
Like the leak in my faucet
Run it up, run it out, run it down
Baby rip me too shreds
Won’t you come inside and out there from the rain
I’m telling you we can fight all ‘bout it in the morning
Don’t hold back run me ragged
I wanna hear you scream obscenities
I wanna see you get mad at me
It don’t matter how much it hurts
It only shows how much its worth
So wont you come inside and out there from the rain
I’m telling you we can fight all ‘bout it in the morning
Don’t hold back run me ragged
Take me all out to pasture
Cover me in silk and linens
Take me somewhere out in Montana
Just to be smothered in milk and honey
If you be my Tammy Wynette
I’ll be your George Jones
And i will hold you in my arms
Forever
I’d stand by your side
Until this race is done
And i will hold you in my heart
Forever
You drape yourself
Naked on the mattress
Reading out
Allison Roman recipes
You speak to me sweetly
Of tomato tarts and lemon bars
Foreplay is planning out the next meal we’re cookin’
If you be my June Carter
I’ll be your Johnny Cash
And i will hold you in my arms
Forever
Get married in Jackson
Then fall in a ring of fire
And i will hold you in my heart
Forever
Take me all out to pasture
Cover me in silk and linens
Heavens got it all wrong
My baby blue back drop
Is here in your arms
It’s a saving grace
Climbing up the ladder on ever rung
Just to be face to face
With you
You’re in my lungs
Don’t mind speaking about it
You’re all on my tongue
And i’ll let you run and go wide
I can’t stop the changing tide
But i’ll let you make up your mind
I’ll drop my reins
Let go of this claim that i’ve placed on you
Once it’s said and done
I’ll swallow my pride
The earth and stars will collide
Since the starting gun
A dog will hunt and horse will run
Heavens got it all wrong
My baby blue back drop
Is here in your arms
I’ll let you run and go wide
Ain’t no point in changing your mind
I’ll drop my reins
Let got of this claim that i’ve placed on you
Once it’s said and done
I’ll swallow my pride
The earth and stars will collide
Since the starting gun
A dog will hunt and horse will run
Four walls and a clenched jaw
Got me begging for release
Shifting your weight to your left hand side
So i can grit my teeth
For mercy
I can hear the horns playing
When they lay this body down
Cause nothing ever really dies
It always comes back around
Like the syllables when you say my name
How i get choked up on amazing grace
My grandmas voice and the queen of spades
And the way that it was when you loved me
Heard your dad went back to using
When he fell down on Southside
It may not be fair but its what youre used to
At least you can say he tried
For mercy
I can hear the horns playing
When they lay this body down
Cause nothing ever really dies
It always comes back around
Like the syllables when you say my name
How i get choked up on amazing grace
My grandmas voice and the queen of spades
Bathroom stalls and wedding cakes
Blue ribbons and crystal balls
When i finally return my mothers calls
Vodka sodas and all and all
It was the way that it was when you loved me
I can hear the horns playing
When they lay this body down
Cause nothing ever really dies
It always comes back around
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