So here comes TobySensey, rolling in from Lagos with a sonic Molotov cocktail he calls Reckless—and reckless it is, but not in the way you’re thinking. This isn’t some brat-punk implosion or fuzzed-out middle finger to authority. No, this is reckless like diving into your own heart with no parachute, reckless like peeling back the layers of your own damn soul and letting everyone hear it bleed to a rhythm.
Let’s get this out of the way: Reckless is a vibe—but not that boring, watered-down “chill vibes only” TikTok drivel. It’s an EP that sweats and breathes and cries and moves. It shapeshifts. It glows. It implodes. TobySensey builds this thing like a painter smearing sound onto silence, dragging his own chaos into frame until it resembles something like peace.
He kicks things off with that signature Afrofusion adrenaline—a vibrant blend of Lagos hustle and diaspora wanderlust. The beats have the pulse of Lagos traffic at rush hour, the melodies like candlelight in a blackout. You can hear the man’s influences sneaking in like old ghosts—MJ’s harmonic slickness, Biggie’s reflective punch, grime’s glitchy growl, and R&B’s satin-soft confessionals. It’s like he plugged all his heartbreak and hope into a socket and let the current decide the rest.
But then comes “For You/With You,” the EP’s emotional Hiroshima, and the entire vibe folds in on itself like a dying star. This track isn’t just the centerpiece—it’s the bleeding heart pinned to the chest of Reckless. The song floats in like a late-night phone call from someone you used to love. Slow, syrupy drums that beat like a cautious heart. Vocals that carry both ache and apology. It’s R&B if R&B grew up in Lagos, did a semester abroad in Brooklyn, and came back with a suitcase full of unresolved emotions.
Toby sings not just to someone, but through something—grief, growth, maybe guilt. “Choosing to embrace something good, even when it feels unfamiliar,” he says, and that line right there could be the EP’s thesis. This isn’t self-pity or some cheap therapy session in auto-tune. This is reclamation. This is walking barefoot through the wreckage of your past and still reaching for someone’s hand.
What sets Reckless apart from a million other genre-blending, heartbreak-humming, DIY-label EPs is that TobySensey’s not trying to impress you—he’s trying to reach you. Every track is a chapter in the same book, each beat a footstep deeper into the forest. And he doesn’t leave breadcrumbs. You get lost with him. And maybe, if you’re lucky, you come out changed.
And let’s talk about Scatterbrain Records—Toby’s own label, a name that sounds like a punk zine but acts like a lighthouse. The man’s not just building his own lane; he’s paving a road for artists like him—diasporic dreamers with too many feelings and not enough genre tags.
In a time when most artists are scrambling to hop onto whatever trend train is barreling through TikTok this week, TobySensey stands stubbornly still—listening to his own pulse, dancing to his own damage. Reckless is a gorgeous mess, a spiritual migraine, a sonic journal scrawled in ink and blood.
You don’t just hear it—you feel it. And that, my friends, is what music is supposed to do.
Follow this man. He’s not chasing algorithms—he’s chasing truth. And he might just catch it.
–Leslie Banks
