In My Head by CS Hellmann: EP Review

by admin November 22, 2025

November 22, 2025

CS Hellmann’s new EP In My Head, out since this November 14, marks a turning point for the Nashville artist, because it’s this moment where her introspection sharpens into vision, and experimentation becomes the backbone of a new identity. Spun with gold at Jared Corder’s secluded Polychrome Ranch studio, the EP leans into cinematic production, layered percussion, and a bold interplay between organic performance and technological imagination, including AI-generated vocals woven into Hellmann’s own baritone. It results in a project that sits somewhere between dreamscape and confession, anchored by raw emotion yet lit by a futurist glow.

The title track, “In My Head,” opens with shimmering, reverbed guitars that chime with a nostalgic 80s tint. Beneath them, hard-hitting percussion pulses with an urgency. Hellmann sings slowly, his deep grainy voice carrying the weight of ambition grinding against reality, with a weary determination. His baritone grounds the track, while an ethereal, ghostly and light female counterpart soars above him, pulling you into a whirl of doubt and dream. Lifting with haunting music, the song catches you in a sense of being caught between clarity and fog. Synth textures inspired by Mellotron choirs and retro Juno bass lines ripple through the mix, giving the song a danceable melancholy.

On “Love I Left Behind,” the emotion cuts deeper. Here, Hellmann turns toward the shadows, as he recalls the way recognizes the way he was impairing his relationship with his drinking problem. The track leans darker, pulling from Nine Inch Nails and Depeche Mode. Beats land with a steady, brooding pulse, stitched together from Corder’s blend of live drums and hand-built samples. An Ebow-drenched guitar opens the song with a piercing, spectral touch, to push through that utter devastation. When Hellmann’s voice enters, it’s weary but resolute, as he pushes through with a confessional candor.

Across the EP, restraint becomes power, with minimal guitars, spacious synths, and deliberate movement. Nothing screams, and everything simmers. And that slow burn draws you into the emotional core Hellmann is chasing: persistence, survival, and the stubborn spark that refuses to go out.

In My Head is a chapter and a doorway. It’s a distilled vision of where Hellmann has been and a clear signal of where he’s heading next.