There is something quietly special about frances mistry. The Brighton-based singer-songwriter has been building her world one carefully considered release at a time, and ‘i let it get to me again’ is the kind of song that makes you wonder why more people aren’t talking about her.

The track is deceptively simple. A subtle, slow dream that is somehow also perky and completely alive: the kind of song that sneaks up on you and then stays for days. The production is unhurried and uncluttered, acoustic textures sitting at the centre with just enough percussion to keep things moving without ever threatening to overpower what matters most. The drums tap along at the edges, present but never pushy, and the lap steel adds a warmth and texture that gives the whole thing a quietly golden quality.

The harmonies and melodies are the real headline. Frances has a gift for writing hooks that feel effortless on first listen and then reveal themselves to be extraordinarily precise, lines and vocal runs that take up residence in your head immediately and show absolutely no intention of leaving. You will find yourself reciting the words for hours without quite knowing when you learned them.

Lyrically, it is an introspective song about the very specific experience of having a crush and getting completely overwhelmed by it despite knowing better. “I’m not sixteen anymore / so much less I must endure” captures that particular exhaustion perfectly, the wry self-awareness of someone who knows they’re overthinking and simply cannot stop. The chorus lands with a gentle jolt every single time: “I let it get to me again” as confession, as resignation, as something almost tender.

Whimsical, catchy, magical and completely irresistible. A must-listen for overthinkers and daydreamers everywhere.