It is hauntingly tender: it is the kind of song that sticks around long after it stops playing and is like a conversation you wished turned out differently: Essibee, Drips. Issued on May 5 th 2025, this single by the Leeds based artist is filled with nakedness, formed by loss and relapse and that yearning ache of almost. The creation does not spare blows as it incorporates the actual speech of a previous lover a victim of both sobriety and the night; who gives it a certain degree of ugliness that is rather daunting to be a conventional song rather than a journal entry.
A slow-paced song that revolves around a hypothetical premise (with even the white whale of the pop songwriting game daring to dabble in the world of tragedy), there is no intent in “Drips” to play mainstream hooks or chase algorithms. It is directed to the over thinkers, deep feelers, those who sit quietly pondering every word back as a documentary. But even its heaviness has its strange kind of warmth – the voice of Essibee is never wallowing, it is lighting. His confession is poetic, sometimes traumatic, but good to the core in its freedom of artifice.
