Since Dev Hynes’ last album, 2019’s Angel’s Pulse, the influential producer hasn’t exactly disappeared—but he’s remained decidedly elusive. Between scoring Paul Schrader’s Master Gardener, playing in Harry Styles’ band, and slipping further into his own mythos, he’s been anything but still—yet somehow, his return still feels like a face you haven’t seen in years.
Essex Honey, Hynes’ fifth studio album, is a pensive, musing effort from an artist who’s long mastered the art of purpose—or at least its illusion. Born from an attempt to understand his shifting relationship with grief, the album reaches back to Hynes’ childhood in, you guessed it, Essex, weaving memory and loss into ambient, contemplative grace. The record’s minimalist lead single “The Field” sharpens this concept with a sparse, glistening frame—synths glint like wet pavement, percussion taps like distant rain. Hynes exhales, “Hard to let you go / See you and I know why it’s always grey,” His falsetto dissolving like mist at dawn.
Though his name can be found on the credits of Lorde’s Virgin and Turnstile’s Never Enough, Hynes somehow keeps Blood Orange untethered—a project where outside influences don’t weaken his distinctiveness. Not even a stacked roster of collaborators—Caroline Polachek, Mustafa, Daniel Caesar, among others—can dilute Hynes’ vision; instead, they reinforce it, staying centered on his core ideas rather than competing with them. Essex Honey is the result of Hynes not only turning inward with microscopic focus, but excavating memory for traces of feeling that time tried to erase.
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