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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.

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Credits

1)  Gatorade & Menthols (03:16) 

(Jacob Allen) 

​​Jacob Allen (BMI) 

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​​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) 

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​​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 

Lyrics

Gatorade & Menthols

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 

 

 

Rite Of Passage

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 

 

 

George Jones ft. Angela Autumn

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 

 

 

Dog Will Hunt

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 

 

 

Queen of Spades

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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