Do you know what happens when you listen to enough metal bands? Your ears start bleeding, that’s what. Something subtler was therefore needed to allow my traumatised senses to return to normality and, as if by magic, along came “Talking To Myself” by Zerrin.
Genres being many and myriad, Zerrin falls into the chamber pop one and the four songs on her EP are duly layered with introspection and a conceptual direction that verges on the existential as if fey folk music had become fashionable once more. This EP is, in consequence, something of a headphone album that gains focus the closer it gets to your ears. Don’t get me wrong, Zerrin demonstrates, on occasion, aspirations of grandeur with “Cloud Baby”, in particular, successfully walking that the fine line between widescreen artistic posturing and emotional intensity but there is also little doubt that all that is here is more of her than for you.
“Talking To Myself” seems almost casual in its execution yet there is clearly more than shadows and fog in this clearly personal artistic statement and, to her credit, Zerrin manages to make it seem like you can actually see inside her. Not many people can pull that off.