rachel ruzumna is in her dream pop bag — and “in my mind” is proof

Let’s get this out of the way: rachel ruzumna’s “in my mind” isn’t just a song — it’s a mood, a memory, and maybe even a soft punch to the chest (the kind you thank someone for later). From the second that electric guitar starts spilling ambient magic into your ears, you know you’re not just being pulled into a track — you’re being gently swept into something softer, deeper, and a little haunted.

This is pop, yes. But not the candy-coated kind. “in my mind” glows with a darker tint — think strobe lights underwater, or staring out a window just a little too long. There’s this moody electric current running through it that feels like emotion you haven’t figured out how to name yet. And rachel? She’s not here to sugarcoat anything. Her voice carries this perfect mix of tenderness and ache, like she’s whispering something she’s never said out loud before.

The songwriting? Whew. Vulnerable in all the right ways. No dramatic overreach, no polished metaphors just for show — just rachel ruzumna, heart exposed, giving you her diary in melody form. And that takes guts. In a world of heavily guarded lyrics and cryptic metaphors, hearing someone just say it—what they felt, what they feared, what they couldn’t let go of—feels oddly revolutionary.

There’s a certain courage in being this open. You can hear it in every line. Every note feels like it’s tiptoeing through fog, trying to make sense of the chaos we all carry “in our minds.” She isn’t screaming for attention — she’s letting the music speak in sighs and silences. And you listen, because you feel seen.

So yeah. If you’ve ever had a thought spiral at 2 a.m., if you’ve ever romanticized pain just to make it prettier, or if you just like your pop with a little shadow in it — this one’s for you.

rachel ruzumna gave us a dream. it just happens to sound like a song.

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