REVIEW: Tyson Dickert – ‘Endless’

There’s something quietly defiant about ‘Endless’, the third full-length from Tyson Dickert. In an era obsessed with polish and shortcuts, this record is built slowly, patiently, and entirely by one pair of hands. Over the course of several months, Dickert immersed himself in every stage of its creation, and you can hear that immersion in every chord change and vocal inflection.

At its core, ‘Endless’ is rooted in guitar-led songwriting. Riffs stretch and bend with intention, sometimes restrained and contemplative, other times expansive and searching. There’s a sense that the artist is conversing with himself through tone and texture. The arrangements allow space for reflection, letting moments breathe rather than crowding them with unnecessary layers.

What truly marks growth here, though, is his voice. There’s a bravery in stepping further into the foreground, allowing imperfections to remain intact rather than sanding them down. And that vulnerability becomes one of the album’s strongest assets.

Lyrically, the album leans into introspection. Themes of persistence, self-questioning, and quiet determination weave through the songs. Instead of chasing grand statements, Dickert focuses on the doubts that creep in during long nights, the internal negotiations we make with ourselves, the slow realisation that progress rarely looks glamorous.

The beauty of ‘Endless’ lies in its refusal to chase flawlessness. The edges remain slightly rough, and the performances organic. It feels driven by the desire to connect rather than impress. And it is that decision gives the album warmth and weight.

With ‘Endless’, Tyson Dickert reaches for truth, and in doing so, delivers a record that leaves a lasting impression by its end.