Mollie Coddled – The Art Of Falling Apart
Mollie Coddled opens “The Art Of Falling Apart” with a spoken-word diary entry, the kind of thing that could go wrong fast but doesn’t. It slides into something hazier almost immediately, Juno synths glowing under chorus-soaked guitars until the whole thing blooms into big vocal harmonies. The Yorkshire songwriter wrote and produced this herself before handing it off to Lee Smith for mixing, the same engineer behind records for Holly Humberstone and Griff. It’s her first new material in two years, since 2024’s “Manic Pixie Dream Girl”.
What makes this one land is how unbothered it is about being messy. Mollie calls herself a “glitter-coated bedroom-pop auteur” and that’s not just a bio line, it’s the whole approach: dress up the wreckage, don’t apologize for it. She’s said she works in cycles of manic to depressive, and that “hitting rock-bottom is the only way to regain my lust for life.” That’s not a metaphor she’s reaching for, it’s just how she’s wired, and the song moves the same way, drifting into dissociation before the production snaps back into something bright and almost defiant.
Her next project doesn’t have a title yet, but if this is the first taste, I’m curious what the rest sounds like.
