A History on Premium Flesh

Premium Flesh is the experimental, genre-fluid duo of vocalist-producer Phil White and multi-instrumentalist David Scott. Formed in November 2022 at the start of their freshman year of high school, the project began humbly—two friends fooling around in their bedrooms, chasing strange sounds without a map. It wasn’t about fame or even an audience; it was about curiosity. They wanted to see how far they could push music before it broke.

Those earliest recordings were as unorthodox as they come: a cappella raps pieced together from mouth percussion and muttered verses, all captured through a Best Buy-bought mic plugged into a battered laptop. Half the fun was in their secrecy—files uploaded to private SoundClouds, then deleted, only to resurface in whispers among friends. Yet even then, a through-line was clear: Phil and David weren’t afraid to sound ridiculous if it meant finding something real.

By mid-2023, the duo had stepped out of their lo-fi cocoon. Guitars, harmonies, and surrealist pop hooks entered the mix, hinting at a vision far bigger than inside jokes. Tracks like Pet Your Dad and especially Oh My Earl signaled this transformation. The latter, now their most beloved fan favorite, captured everything that would define Premium Flesh’s appeal: absurdism fused with sincerity, melody sharpened by emotion, and a refusal to choose between laughing and crying.

Two and a half years of trial and error culminated in their debut album, Premium Flesh, released independently (under White-Scott Records, technically) on June 16, 2025. The self-titled LP is a dreamlike scrapbook of teenage absurdity, raw catharsis, and budding ambition. Story-driven tracks like Brennan the Lemon & Sheriff Jeremiah showcase their gift for worldbuilding, while the sprawling “Jupiter” saga offers something far darker. Spread across multiple tracks, the Jupitertrilogy chronicles a man who begins as a political activist only to be corrupted by two demon kings, eventually becoming the ruthless second-in-command of an empire that overthrew America. Parts I and II appeared on the debut, leaving the trilogy’s conclusion hanging like a loaded question.

That question was answered with their sophomore effort, Premium Flesh 2, released September 9, 2025. If the debut was experimental and exploratory, the follow-up is confident and defined, leaning into a guitar- and string-driven pop-rock sound with a strikingly seminal edge. It is an album stacked with highlights: Old Days (Not Forgotten), a nostalgic anthem tinged with longing; Lady Dragon, a metaphor-laden cry against oppression; Flipping Frames, a hard-driving track about working relentlessly to earn what’s yours; the doom-heavy, booming The Pound; the short but guttingly emotional Winter Formal; the lush, harmony-soaked Colson Doesn’t Love You; and of course, the closing epic Jupiter, Pt. 3, which brings the trilogy to a fiery conclusion. At the heart of the record lies the 10-and-a-half-minute That’s Not My Name, their magnum opus—a labyrinth of movements that cements the duo’s ambition.

Reception has been small but fervent. Among classmates, local scenes, and growing online pockets, Premium Flesh has earned a reputation for making “weird sound beautiful.” Their willingness to blur irony with sincerity, humor with devastation, and myth with personal confession has given them a rare kind of authenticity. They aren’t just writing songs—they’re building a world.

And that world is about to expand. Album three, titled Earlloom, is already in the works. Planned as an ambitious double concept album, it revisits characters and ideas introduced in their earlier material, weaving them into a sprawling narrative that promises to blur the lines between myth and memory even further. If the debut was discovery and the sophomore was refinement, Earlloom aims for transcendence—a project designed not just to showcase Premium Flesh’s growth but to prove that they can pull off a grand vision without losing the intimacy that made them resonate in the first place.

Premium Flesh remains restless, heartfelt, and impossible to pin down. What began in bedrooms has grown into something far larger: not just a band, but a constantly evolving story with its own mythology. And the story, it seems, has only just begun.