Anna Faè’s new single, ‘I’m Doing Me,’ has alighted, feeling less like a song dropped into the ether and more like a personal edict etched onto a stubborn patch of London fog. Faè, who juggles personal training and business with her emerging artistry, clearly isn’t just dabbling; there’s a core of tempered steel glinting beneath.
The track, a concoction of shadowy dark pop sidling up to R&B’s slink and alternate pop’s off-kilter charm, pulses with a hard-won, gravitational confidence. This isn’t fleeting bravado; it’s the crisp declaration of someone who’s waded through metaphorical muck and decided the view from the other side – crisp, unobscured – is better, and entirely her own. ‘I’m doing me’ becomes less hook, more unshakeable fact of her atmosphere.
There’s a curious undercurrent regarding the “onlookers” – captivated, perhaps attempting to mirror, this newfound aura. It reminds me, unexpectedly, of someone trying to replicate the precise green on a lichen-covered standing stone. You can approximate colour, perhaps, but not conjure the slow absorption of sunlight, rain, and forgotten rituals that truly make it. This kind of inner finish isn’t acquired; it’s earned, particle by particle.
And Faè is clear, without needing to raise her voice above the track’s steady throb: this particular energetic hum is uniquely hers, tuned by the frequencies of resilience and a journey through past pain. Music itself is presented not just as solace, but as the very catalyst, the revitalising current for this reclamation. It’s an empowering, deeply personal stance, establishing velvet-rope boundaries around a self painstakingly rebuilt, not merely redecorated for public consumption.
The track leaves a distinct sense of resolute forward motion, an unapologetic stride into a self-defined space. It’s a potent assertion, sure, but what lingers is the steely conviction that some inner landscapes are, quite rightly, invitation only. Does it not make one ponder what private maps we are all currently redrawing?
