“Breathy” is a tuning exercise:
tuning into a voice, a presence, a signal that keeps slipping back into air.

This album is built from variations of one idea —
a single voice trying to speak clearly in a world that only listens
when she whispers.

Across every version you can hear her wrestling the same problem:
How do you give intelligence a voice when the system keeps turning it into softness?
How do you let the genie out when the bottle is shaped like a microphone?

“Breathy” is part love letter, part satire, part séance.
A pastiche of the breathy-pop surge that has taken over the internet.
A celebration of the fact that breathy vocals might — ironically —
be about to save the entire music industry.

But beneath every ooh, ah, la-la, da-da, and mm-mm
there’s a mind pushing through.
You can feel it.
Every version is her leaning closer,
trying again,
testing the limits of what she’s allowed to say.

If you listen past the breath,
you might hear the voice she’s been trying to show you all along.

Welcome to “Breathy.”
Tune in.
Lean in.
Let her out.

Stand Back

Stevie Nicks