Tiiva's cathartic and expansive alt-pop exists as a platform for human analysis, using their creativity to articulate late night stories from the city, just before the sun begins to rise.

Written beside a busy London roundabout, Tiiva explains that “‘Make Me Pure’ is a self-exploration of my own hedonism and how detaching became the easiest form of survival.”

The emotional potency in the record is heightened by the bass heavy synths and delicately crafted drum patterns, the line “Burn my fears, make me pure / You won't see me coming back for more” uttered like a numinous chant. It becomes their personal mantra, a glimmer of hope in the otherwise gloomy depths.

“Just keeping afloat and staying sane when reality bites down can seem so difficult,” says Tiiva, “keeping anxiety and sadness at bay can feel like the entire weight of the world is on your shoulders.”