REVIEW : Raevin’s ‘Feelings Of Raevin – A Tender Sonic Diary
In a dimly lit room where every bass note feels like a whispered secret, Ghanaian singer-songwriter Raevin introduces himself not with a shout, but with a hushed, compelling intimacy on his debut EP, feelings of raevin. Clocking in at just eighteen minutes across six tracks, the project plays like a private sketchbook set to rhythm—a brief, potent glimpse into an artist testing the boundaries of his own vulnerability.
On the surface, the sound is polished and accessible, weaving together the warm textures of Highlife, the pulse of Amapiano, and the smoothness of contemporary R&B. But beneath the clean production and sticky melodies lies something far more raw: a diary of desire, devotion, and doubt, rendered in real time. Tracks like “Maserati” and “Dear Harriet” don’t strive for grand anthems; they live in the small, honest moments—the stutters, repetitions, and hesitations where true feeling resides.
Executive produced by Grammy-nominated Killbeatz, the EP avoids flash in favor of feeling. Raevin’s voice—soft yet assured—guides us through stories of young love and longing that feel both deeply personal and universally relatable. This is music for late nights and quiet reflection, for anyone who’s ever loved, lost, or lingered in the in-between.
Feelings of Raevin doesn’t ask for your attention. It earns it, one intimate confession at a time.
Track by track—mapping the diary
- Maserati — A chase scene of a song. Love framed as luxury, sleek but untouchable. The beat glimmers, but the lyrics ache: passion moving too fast to last.
- Fire — Smoldering devotion. Slow burn, less eruption than steady embers. Intimacy kept under control.
- Fever — Amapiano pulse. playful yet unsettled, obsession disguised as groove, attraction tipping toward dizziness.
- My Everything — The emotional core. Stripped down and prayer-like, the closest Raevin gets to full vulnerability. The gloss drops away, and intimacy takes the lead.
- Piano—A communal release. built for the dancefloor, pushing the EP outward—joy as shared motion.
- Dear Harriet— The parting letter. unfinished, unresolved. no closure, just a melody hanging like a question mark.
The Honest Pull
Feelings Of Raevin doesn’t try to be definitive. It sketches more than it declares. Some songs feel fleeting, others like drafts of something bigger. But brevity is also its charm—these are fragments, not monuments.
The strength lies in the hesitation: desire rushing in Maserati, faltering in fire, spinning dizzy in fever, collapsing into tenderness with Dear Harriet.
It isn’t love dressed up. It’s love stumbling forward—raw, imperfect, stitched together with rhythm.
You don’t just listen; you lean in, like overhearing someone’s private thoughts. And in that closeness, Raevin makes one thing clear: this is only the beginning.
Listen to the EP below.
