a late-night confession flickering like a warning light in the dark

james dean begins as a quiet unravel, the kind that comes after too many nights running from what hurts. chloe hawes strips back the glamour of rebellion and gives us something raw, punk-tinged, and painfully human. it is a song that stares straight at self-destruction, not to glorify it, but to admit the truth hiding underneath.

born in essex and based in manchester, chloe moves between folk intimacy and punk defiance with ease. the guitars grind with a restless edge, the vocal delivery stays smoky and close, and every line feels like it is pulled from a journal scribbled at 3 a.m. recorded with dan kiener and mastered by sam cook, the track hits with emotional ballast, echoing influences like the gaslight anthem and hayley williams while remaining unmistakably chloe’s own transatlantic folk-punk voice. anna reed’s drums give it pulse, urgency, and bite.

this is an original single shaped around the wreckage we try to laugh off: the ghosts we keep around, the choices we pretend are just for the plot, the hunger for escape that never fully fades. it is messy, honest, and searching for worth in the fallout.

thank u for making this chloe hawes ❤️