CS HELLMANN In My Head

CS Hellmann’s In My Head marks a striking evolution for the Nashville musician, capturing the moment where personal reflection morphs into artistic reinvention. Crafted at Jared Corder’s Polychrome Ranch an environment that seems to invite both vulnerability and experimentation the EP fuses tactile instrumentation with digital nuance. Hellmann threads AI-assisted vocals into the fabric of his own baritone, creating a soundworld that feels suspended between tactile humanity and shimmering futurism. The result is a project that blurs boundaries: intimate yet cinematic, grounded yet otherworldly.

The title track serves as the EP’s gateway into that blurred space. Guitars coated in bright, echoing nostalgia ring out like the opening frame of an old film, while the percussion thrums with a quiet urgency underneath. Hellmann’s voice moves slowly, weighted with ambition, doubt, and a kind of exhausted persistence. Opposite him, a spectral female layer drifts upward like a memory trying to speak. Together, the voices shape a feeling of drifting through inner fog, while vintage-leaning synths weave through the mix, giving the track a soft pulse of melancholy that still invites motion.

Then comes “Love I Left Behind,” where the emotional stakes deepen. The track leans into darker textures shadowy electronics, moody bass currents, and beats that hit with stern, deliberate force. Corder’s hybrid percussion creates a sense of unease, a rhythmic echo of the turmoil Hellmann is confronting. An Ebow guitar line slices through the intro like a cold beam of light, setting the tone for the confession that follows. When Hellmann enters, his voice carries the heaviness of regret but also the steadiness of someone facing himself without flinching.

Across the EP, that balance of tension and restraint becomes its defining strength. Instruments appear sparingly, giving each sound room to resonate and each lyric space to land. Rather than building toward explosive climaxes, Hellmann opts for slow-gathering emotional pressure the kind that lingers long after the music fades. In My Head ultimately becomes a portrait of endurance: a quiet testament to pushing forward, rebuilding, and holding onto the small, persistent flame that refuses to dim.

Written by Patrick