Scarlett Relic dressing table in a dark circus backstage. Cracked vanity mirror, worn glove on red velvet, candle, and a vintage freak-show poster.

The glass still keeps a face.

The glove does not.

Scarlett Relic makes pop close enough to scare you. Darkwave and industrial songs with a sweet face and a buried floor. They don’t soothe — they surface what you stacked dirt over until it almost passed for gone... 

Dark. Close. Unforgiving.

Credits: 🎪 Vox, Lyrics, MusProd: Scarlett Relic. Custom vocal direction on the artist’s own voice. AI-assisted production. All rights reserved.