Much was made of Grieves jumping ship from Black Clover Records to indie powerhouse Rhymesayers Entertainment last Winter. His first EP on the label, while not much of a stylistic departure, features the most focused, fully-developed writing of his young career. The opening line on "Ghost Ship" ("The rain came down like a blanket and insulated the streetlights / turned the gutters to rivers and sailed away with my free time") is emblematic of his undeniable growth. Backed by melancholic keys and jazzy, ambient tones on The Confessions Of Mr. Modest, Grieves' wild ambition and songwriting capability finally converge. Songs of misery and death are abundant on the new EP, which was produced by Budo, Sapient and Grieves himself. Fans of Atmosphere and Cage have latched onto Grieves as the latest disciple of rap music for the broken-hearted. He risks alienating a wider fanbase with credos like "Let's die in the daytime and cry to its music," but mass appeal is not likely on the itinerary anyways. Grieves is good at what he does, however dark it may be.