Sweet Sharona Review

On the slinky, bass-driven “Rearview Kiss,” she sings: “He said ‘you’ve got a pretty mouth’ / I said ‘it’s mostly teeth.’”

There’s a moment, about ninety seconds into her breakout track “Candy Cigarette,” where Sweet Sharona does something that pop music hasn’t dared in years: she stops. The beat drops out. The synths curl into a vapor trail. And then, with the intimacy of a secret pressed into a telephone receiver, she whispers: “You only want me because I taste like something you lost.” Sweet Sharona

Her cover art—always Polaroids of empty swimming pools, cracked lipstick tubes, or the back of a leather jacket vanishing into a crowd—reinforces the idea that Sharona is less a person than a position . She is the girl you barely missed. The one who left her earring in your car on purpose. The one who never calls back. In March, she played her first and only public show. The venue: a shuttered roller rink in Bakersfield, California. Tickets sold out in ninety seconds. No phones were permitted inside—not by security, but by a simple request printed on neon pink paper: “If you film this, you were never here.” On the slinky, bass-driven “Rearview Kiss,” she sings:

“She’s not mysterious because she’s hiding something,” argues Lena Ochoa, host of the popular pop criticism podcast Dial Tone . “She’s mysterious because she understands that mystery is the art. Every interview, every paparazzi shot, every ‘get to know me’ video destroys the very thing that makes her music work: the space for the listener to project their own longing.” And then, with the intimacy of a secret