Arthouse Inside Out, or How JJ Sweetheart Plays with Your Mind

There’s music that just plays in the background. The kind you turn on, forget about, and next thing you know, you’re standing by the fridge, eating cold pizza while the track is already three minutes in—and you couldn’t care less. And then there’s music that kicks you out of your cozy shell, makes you stop, think, and listen.

Cinnamom isn’t cozy lo-fi humming in the background while you sip your morning coffee. It’s a psychedelic trip, luring you in from the first second with those sun-kissed guitar tones. You almost relax. Almost. And then, out of nowhere, a wave of booming, reverberating distortion hits like a siren blasting through an empty tunnel. JJ Sweetheart plays with contrasts—airy melodies and sharp blows, nostalgic haze and full-blown sound deconstruction. It’s arthouse that no one asked for, yet you can’t look away.

I won’t lie—Cinnamom isn’t for everyone. Some will find it too blurry, too surreal, too bold in its attempt to break genre conventions. But you know what? So be it. As a friend of mine once said—music that pleases everyone ends up pleasing no one.


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