Naomi Sharon - The Only Love We Know EP

The Only Love We Know EP

There’s something unmistakably honest about The Only Love We Know. It doesn’t beg for attention. It doesn’t try to be more than it is. It just feels—like late-night texts you shouldn’t have sent, like healing slowly, like staring at your ceiling waiting for the next version of yourself to arrive.

Clocking in at just a few tracks, the EP is compact but expansive—like a whispered secret echoing in a big empty room. It blends bedroom pop aesthetics with journal-entry vulnerability, wrapped in sonic textures that feel lo-fi, lived-in, and emotionally off-guard in the best way possible.

The production is raw but purposeful. No over-polish. You can hear the space between beats and the breath between lyrics. It’s not trying to hit Billboard—it’s trying to hit your bloodstream.

Standout Moments:

• Track 1 opens like a voicemail you weren’t meant to hear. Bare vocals. Minimal keys. All ache.

• Midway through, things pick up with a pulse of nostalgia—early Frank, late Clairo, maybe even a hint of Imogen Heap if she ghosted her therapist.

• The closer doesn’t resolve—it dissolves. A soft collapse that lingers.

Vibe Check:

• For heartbreak you haven’t fully processed

• For writing sad poetry in your Notes app at 2:14 AM

• For dancing in your room like no one’s watching... because no one is

This isn’t music for the club. It’s music for the comedown. For those tiny moments between chaos and clarity where you remember who you are—or figure it out for the first time.

Rating: Not trying to rate it. It’s not that kind of project.
Listen if you like: Dijon, FKA twigs (but less theatrical), SZA’s iPhone notes, early 2000s indie on Tumblr.