Portuguese-British duo Soma Please arrive with a debut single that occupies strange, unsettling territory.
“Pockets On My Sleeves” introduces producers Nuno Almeida and Rob Williamson through a track that understands the weight of invisible baggage.
The song builds around surreal imagery that reflects mental overload. “I’ve got 15 days a week” captures that stretched-thin feeling when time stops making sense, whilst “I’ve got doors in my brain / And they all go to the same place” maps the frustration of circular thinking.
These aren’t throwaway lines but snapshots of a mind processing too much at once.
Sonically, the track matches its lyrical unease. Ethereal synths float above pulsing rhythms, creating an atmosphere that feels both spacious and claustrophobic.
The production echoes the contradiction of wanting to escape whilst standing still, giving the song an alluring bleakness that builds gradually.
The chorus lands not as advice, but as the sound of internal paralysis: “Just get what you want / Escape when you can / Don’t ever run.”
It’s a triple command that cancels itself into static, perfectly capturing the agony of wanting change but being terrified of the motion required.
When the bridge shifts into “Love me while this song still plays on / Be my boomerang,” the track reveals its romantic undercurrent, turning personal chaos into something fleeting.
The genius of “Pockets On My Sleeves” is how its surreal architecture, the useless pockets, the endless week, the circular doors, builds a perfect container for a deeply human crisis.
It doesn’t just describe disconnection; it makes you feel the claustrophobic weight of a mind turned in on itself, while still holding onto a fragile thread of hope. A stunning and compelling debut.
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