Bellman š³š“ - Sheās Reading Poe (single)
- Harriett Claire Torreon
- 1 day ago
- 2 min read

Have you ever vibed to a song you wonder how it would sound when you listen to it whilst engulfed in a āshroom cloud?* I know thatās a wild intro but thereās no holding back to how I feel about Bellmanās āSheās Reading Poeā. Whilst we would obviously never encourage drugs, āSheās Reading Poeā kinda lures you into an immersive fiveā¦no, six-dimensional experience that makes you think the other way around anyway.
The emergence of many new alternative bands makes shoegaze sound common. But when the soundscape is a perfect combination of all the good things: dreampop, indie pop, shoegaze, and raw emotions, you just feel human.
At first listen, āSheās Reading Poeā feels like youāre half-awake and trying to hold onto a dream before it slips. āIām on a cardboard ceilingā is such a strange image, but it immediately makes the world feel fragile. Temporary. Almost handmade. The lyrics drift between detachment and quiet longing, especially in lines like āUnless my heart gets broken / Thereās nothing to sayā. It feels like someone bracing themselves for impact, as if heartbreak is the only thing that might make things real.
And then thereās Julie reading Poe. That detail lingers. It adds this gothic undercurrent, a
romantic darkness tucked inside something otherwise light and airy. It all feels nostalgic
without being sentimental. Listeners might think, āWhoās Julie?ā but thatās kind of the mystery of the song. When the chorus repeats āWe live another dayā it doesnāt sound triumphant. It sounds gentle. Like survival. Like waking up and choosing to continue, even if everything still feels slightly surreal.
However, Iām not going to dig too deep into the lyrics and push more about the multi-faceted layers of the melody. Some musicians, like Bellman, seem to operate on a melodic wavelength that carries more emotion than the words themselves. The phrasing, the tone, the atmosphere do so much of the storytelling that even the simplest or random lines feel intentional and artistic.
With songs like this, I donāt find myself dissecting every lyric. It feels less about decoding
meaning and more about absorbing texture. The art isnāt always in what is being said, but in how it sounds, how it moves, and how it lingers after it ends.
Release Date: 30th January
*editors note. Harri has inadvertently stumbled on something worth mentioning here. The new album from Swedish psych band Shroom Cloud was actually released last month. Entitled 'Mychphagic Transcendance'(nope, Iāve no idea eitherā¦) the lead track is worthy of mention simply for its title āWicked Wizard of the Weedabyssā.
