Soen – hollowed
From the album Memorial (2023)
Hollowed was my most-listened-to song in 2023. I discovered Soen by chance through a Spotify playlist, and from the first listen, something clicked. As someone who consumes music constantly, it is rare for a song to make me pause, but this one did. Depending on my mood, it touches me differently each time. Sometimes, it feels like comfort. Other times, it carries a weight I cannot shake.
The more I listened, the more fascinated I became. Before I knew it, I had bought their entire discography on vinyl. When I truly connect with a band, that is always the next step. It is why my collection of CDs and LPs keeps growing. There is something about holding the music in my hands, about the physicality of it, that makes it feel more personal.
I cannot remember if I was in a difficult phase when I first heard Hollowed. It is just one of those songs. Maybe it is the longing in it, the yearning for something to be over yet not allowing it to truly end. That push and pull is something I often explore in my own writing. It lingers, like an unresolved emotion, refusing to be neatly packed away.
Last October, when Soen played in Luxembourg, I had to be there. The concert exceeded every expectation. I had not anticipated a vocalist who would deliver every note with such precision, nor did I expect the live performance to outshine the studio recordings. Yet there he was, fully present, making every word feel urgent and real. The energy in the room was palpable, as if everyone had stepped into the same emotional space.
There is no specific story of mine attached to Hollowed, but it still moves me. Sometimes it makes me smile, other times it makes me cry. I don’t analyse why. I just let it happen. Every time I hear it, I sing along, loudly and without hesitation. Sometimes I think about singing karaoke, though I would never do it alone. If I ever had the chance to sing a duet, it would be either this song or Where the Wild Roses Grow by Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave. Both songs tell a story. Both require voices that intertwine. And both feel like something I would want to share rather than sing alone.
Maybe that is why Hollowed stays with me. Lines like “talk to me, ease my need to be heard” or “we’re nothing but a shadow, nothing but a shade” resonate in ways I cannot quite explain. The way it is written feels familiar, close to how I write myself, as if the words were already part of me before I ever heard them.
Some things are meant to be shared. Some things are meant to be felt. And some songs, no matter how many times you hear them, never lose their pull.
Credits go to @ demfloseinewelt on Threads



