sounds at night by miss ricky friend of the blog feels like stepping into a fading dream. moody, intimate, and raw with yearning. one of our favourite artists this year, the record traces the ache of desire and the quiet fear of never being enough, unfolding in seven dimly lit chapters.

from mississauga to toronto nights, miss ricky blends dark r&b, alt-pop, and lo-fi textures into something both delicate and fierce. synths swell like heavy air, bass grooves cut through the haze, and her voice carries it all – vulnerable, bold, and unflinching.

the shimmering opener fantasy feels like stepping into a dream half-remembered, its edges blurred with reverb and haze. every note aches with a kind of unreachable desire, the soft glow of love always hovering just out of reach.

then the line drops – “i can’t bring myself to love you” – a confession that stays in the air, tender and devastating. it’s the echo of every late-night thought where love and distance blur into one. a spellbound start.

forward and full of urgency, places rushes in with a spark that feels both passionate and fragile. beneath the drive is the risk of being truly seen, and the tension it carries. the rave-tinged piano keeps it stripped back, giving the song its pulse and leaving the emotions bare.

pick it up still slaps, but now it carries something more – a reminder of why we’ve been such fans from the start. the track feels like a bridge between past and present, proof that she’s moving, growing, and sharpening her sound while keeping the spark that drew us in. it’s evolution without losing the heartbeat.

innocent and playful, close to you glows with the warmth of 90s r&b. it captures the sweet rush of a crush – naive, dizzy, and all-consuming.the chorus is maybe album’s peak, bold and unstoppable. it soars with conviction, carrying the record’s biggest emotional punch and refusing to let go.

a diary whispered aloud, deeper trembles with intimacy. it’s the sound of laying your flaws bare and hoping love will be strong enough to hold them. the most fragile and shadowed moment on the album, it lingers long after it fades.

heartbreak finds its way into the city streets on down right dundas, rejection stinging in every corner. but instead of drowning, the track leans poppy and light, with soothing backing vocals and pumping kicks keeping it fun. it’s a bittersweet mix.

the closer just one step ends the night on a hopeful note. faith reframes love as something lasting, while self-worth lifts gently back into the light. a final step into something eternal.

sounds at night is both shadowed and luminous. as well as being a 3am car banger for the ages, it’s a confessional record that drifts from fragile highs to to lows, ending in a moment of resolve.

thank u for making this miss ricky 🌙