There’s a certain kind of sadness that doesn’t come with a reason. It just shows up, quietly, unexpectedly, and settles in your chest like a fog.
You try to explain it to yourself, maybe even push it away, but all you’re left with is a lump in your throat and the feeling that you’re on the verge of tears for no real reason at all.
Indigo De Souza’s latest single ‘Crying Over Nothing’ lives in that exact space, and somehow makes it feel okay to be there.
‘Crying Over Nothing’ is gentle and hazy, built around soft synth textures, muted guitar lines, and a rhythm that drifts more than it drives. It doesn’t try to push you forward, it invites you to pause. Everything about it feels suspended, like floating in the middle of a thought you can’t quite finish. And at the centre is Indigo’s voice: intimate, honest, and fragile in the way that only real emotion can be. She doesn’t belt or break down, instead, she lets the sadness hang in her words, like someone speaking through a sigh.
Lyrically, the track is so understated it feels almost offhand, but that’s its strength. The idea of crying for no reason is something so many of us brush off or minimise. Indigo leans into it. She lets it breathe. She doesn’t try to explain it, and in doing so, she validates it. There’s something healing in that, in hearing someone sing about a kind of grief that doesn’t come with a clear story or beginning or end.
But this isn’t a single built around just one emotion. Paired with ‘Heartthrob’, the release becomes something richer, more layered. A full emotional arc rather than a single snapshot. Where ‘Crying Over Nothing’ is foggy and floating, ‘Heartthrob’ arrives with a different kind of urgency. It's still deeply emotional, but there’s more of a pulse to it, a sense of longing that’s sharper and more outward-facing. This one aches in a different way: not from confusion, but from clarity. From the kind of desire that stings because it’s so vivid, so unrelenting, and maybe even a little unreachable. Played back-to-back, they tell the story of someone trying to make sense of feelings that don’t follow logic, only rhythm, memory, and the messiness of being human.
Together, these two tracks reaffirm what Indigo De Souza does best: they write songs that aren’t afraid to sit with uncomfortable emotions. She doesn’t sugarcoat them. She doesn’t try to make them pretty. But somehow, in her hands, they become beautiful anyway.