Zarooni’s ‘Honey’ is a warm, deceptively gentle offering that cloaks emotional fatigue in the haze of alt-pop shimmer...
- I'm Not From London
- 3 days ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 10 minutes ago
It’s the kind of song that doesn’t shout its themes but lets them linger, inviting listeners to sit inside its slow-burn resignation.
Having grown up in Dubai and now creating from London, Zarooni brings a weight of dual identity to the track—a sense of both detachment and internal reckoning that feels geographically and emotionally nomadic.
Genre-wise, it’s not easily pinned down. The song moves like a dream pop ballad, but its beat feels closer to indie electronica, laced with flecks of alt-country guitar. This fusion gives ‘Honey’ a wandering quality—stylistically open-ended but emotionally grounded. The production is minimal but lush, with reverb-soaked textures and sparse chord progressions that leave space for the vocal to stretch out and ache.
Zarooni’s voice carries a kind of quiet exhaustion. It’s unforced—fragile without being broken—and filled with subtle cracks that reveal more than any melodic flourish could. His delivery is dry-eyed, focused more on truth than performance. And that’s part of the song’s strength: there’s no dramatics, just raw clarity. He isn’t trying to win anyone back. He’s just admitting the loss.
Pushing the boundaries of his sound while staying true to the heartfelt storytelling that defines his artistry. - Indie Grid
‘Honey’ navigates the feeling of slipping out of someone’s life and recognising you’re no longer central to the narrative. But instead of pleading or clinging, Zarooni leans into the stillness—accepting what’s gone without numbing himself to the ache. This restraint gives the track emotional maturity; the heartbreak is there, but it’s observed rather than indulged.
‘Honey’ feels like a letter you never send: honest, unresolved, but necessary. Zarooni's use of texture, mood, and minimalism reveals a songwriter attuned to subtlety. This isn’t just another heartbreak track—it’s a quiet act of self-recognition, perfectly executed in under four minutes.

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