Born in Paris in 1989, Soreynn grew up haunted by the echoes of a world already collapsing, the nuclear fears, the plastic dreams, the cold glow of the 80s still lingering in every reflection. Her music carries that tension: the tenderness of ruin, the beauty of what fades. Between English and French, her voice wavers like a memory, soft, fragile, yet unyielding. She sings as if tracing the border between fear and grace, between a past that never ended and a future too uncertain to imagine.
THE ALBUM
Silent Empire unfolds like a requiem for control and a love letter to the fractures that make us real. Across luminous synths and shadowed rhythms, Soreynn builds a world where silence breathes and collapse becomes beauty. The album draws its pulse from the 80s, its analog glow, its melancholy glamour, but turns it into something raw and contemporary. It’s nostalgic yet forward-looking, dark yet pierced by sudden grace. Each track feels like a fragment of survival, a shimmer of light caught in the ruins.
Born in Paris in 1989, Soreynn grew up haunted by the echoes of a world already collapsing, the nuclear fears, the plastic dreams, the cold glow of the 80s still lingering in every reflection. Her music carries that tension: the tenderness of ruin, the beauty of what fades. Between English and French, her voice wavers like a memory, soft, fragile, yet unyielding. She sings as if tracing the border between fear and grace, between a past that never ended and a future too uncertain to imagine.
THE ALBUM
Silent Empire unfolds like a requiem for control and a love letter to the fractures that make us real. Across luminous synths and shadowed rhythms, Soreynn builds a world where silence breathes and collapse becomes beauty. The album draws its pulse from the 80s, its analog glow, its melancholy glamour, but turns it into something raw and contemporary. It’s nostalgic yet forward-looking, dark yet pierced by sudden grace. Each track feels like a fragment of survival, a shimmer of light caught in the ruins.
