With her new single “Release Me,” the Georgian-born songstress Nini Iris doesn’t just sing about heartbreak—she bleeds it, lights it on fire, and walks away from the wreckage without looking back. It’s a bold, unfiltered cry for autonomy from the ashes of a toxic past. But more than that, it’s a declaration of who Nini Iris is now: not a Voice contestant chasing virality, but a genre-defying artist who’s building her own mythology from the ruins of her own heartbreak.
The production is minimal but layered, designed to spotlight her vocals—an instrument equal parts wrecking ball and war cry. One moment, she’s whispering confessions; the next, she’s howling at the gods. “Release Me” crescendos with poetic violence, not in sound alone, but in lyrical precision. Lines like “left me diseased, broken and torn” don’t ask for pity—they pull you under.
There’s something ancient in her approach. Maybe it’s her Georgian roots—the folkloric echo in her phrasing, the way her voice bends around sorrow like it’s inherited. This is music that remembers. Not just her pain, but her ancestors’. She’s dragging emotional generational weight onto the modern stage, and it lands heavy, like thunder on an otherwise clear day.
If you want to hear a woman dismantle her past and rebuild herself in real time—this is the one. Nini Iris isn’t just releasing a single; she’s releasing herself. And we’re lucky to witness it.
