Cerys Georgina Unveils Haunting Alt-Pop Revelation with “DON’T CALL IT”
They say a chameleon dies not because it changes colours, but because it forgets its own. That very paradox lies at the core of “DON’T CALL IT,” the latest sonic confessional from London’s own Cerys Georgina—a track that saunters in like a sigh and leaves like a revelation. Released on May 23, 2025, this alternative pop opus is less a song than it is an unraveling, stitched from threads of emotional candor and sonic nuance.
Cerys doesn’t beg for your attention; she earns it with a voice both molten and airy, opening the track with a warmth so pure it feels illicit. The track blooms with minimalism at first—barely-there beats and subdued textures swirl like fog over a dawn-lit field. But don’t mistake its subtlety for fragility. Beneath the gentle sway lies an emotional avalanche. As the track builds, it takes on momentum like a wave learning its own power: beats gain density, rhythms expand, and the production lifts with quiet triumph.
Lyrically, DON’T CALL IT is a soliloquy for the self—a refusal to contort into someone else’s shape. The words aren’t accusatory; they’re reflective, tinged with the ache of someone who’s bent too many times and finally refuses to break.
Just when the track feels like it might soar indefinitely, it folds into a delicate piano outro—haunting, resigned, yet strangely hopeful. That final moment feels like looking into a mirror and finally seeing yourself again. Cerys Georgina hasn’t just written a song; she’s mapped a metamorphosis.
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