Mimi Webb - Confessions

If Mimi Webb’s debut 'Amelia' was the heartbreak handbook, 'Confessions' is the messy, introspective follow-up therapy session. The Canterbury-born pop powerhouse is back with her second LP, and she’s got a few things to get off her chest.

Kicking things off with ‘My Go’, Webb wastes no time taking aim at the fickle carousel of hype, pairing fizzy hooks with a warning shot to those who only love you when it’s trending. It’s a playful opener, one that sets the tone for an album that juggles bangers with brutal honesty.

‘Love Language’ arrives soaked in big summer anthem energy, even as its core is quietly heartbroken. It’s peak Radio 1-core: sad but danceable, a genre Mimi is fast making her own. Then there’s ‘Mind Reader’, a strut-worthy bop with Meghan Trainor in tow, demanding focus with lyrics like “I need your attention all the time” – a sassy standout that sounds tailor-made for mirror-selfie montages and post-ghosting empowerment.

But for all the fun, there’s no escaping the heartache that saturates the album. Tracks like ‘Love You For Me’, ‘You Don’t Look At Me The Same’ and ‘I Met A Boy’ suggest Mimi’s been through it, and not always come out the other side wiser. “He’s got a girl, but acts like he’s mine,” she sings on the latter, with the weary tone of someone who knows better but can’t help herself. Relatable? Absolutely. Healthy? God, no.

‘Rom Com’ is a bright spot in the gloom, a breezy, nostalgic number that channels the gentle shimmer of Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘Kiss Me’, offering a rare dose of wry optimism in the midst of all the emotional carnage.

By the time title-track ‘Confessions’ rolls around, all defenses are down. “Wish that I could be myself,” she sighs; a final admission from an artist still figuring it all out in public. Sharper, sadder and more self-aware: Mimi Webb’s still serving the drama, but now it comes with deeper scars and smarter storytelling. ‘Confessions’ doesn’t just spill the tea: it owns the mess, too.