Recea Marin Lets Silence Speak on heatless
Recea Marin – “heatless”
An EP in fragments, frequencies, and phantom limbs
Words by Chioma Adebanjo
for Echolocation Journal.
Recea Marin’s newest body of work, heatless, is less a project than a mood held under water. Written between Berlin, New York, and Dakar, the EP unfolds like a sonic diary: unmarked entries, unspoken confessions, and voice notes left unsent. It’s the sound of emotional static: the breath between endings and what tries to begin again.
Across six tracks, Recea blends skeletal production with her signature warped vocals: processed, stretched, looped into shadow. There are no choruses here. Just waves of feeling. The EP plays with silence, glitch, and softness as instruments in themselves, layered over minimalist beats and deep interior tones.
Thematically, heatless explores disconnection, the residue of touch, and what it means to feel known only in memory. It’s slinky, sensual, but restrained like a whisper from another room.
Track include:
“halflight”
“downpour”
“a cold frame”
“soft drive”
“mirror skin”
“heatless” (title track)
Visually, the project is paired with self-directed clips shot on lo-fi handhelds across Dakar rooftops, Berlin train stations, and in the back of a Tribeca bar bathroom. One visual loops Recea sitting in silence while lace curtains breathe behind her. Another is just her lips mouthing lyrics underwater.
heatless doesn’t shout. It lingers. It asks nothing of you, but leaves something behind.
bonus: “heatless remix” feat. Kelela (remix)
The bonus track, “heatless”, now comes with a surprise second skin, a remix featuring Kelela, the only collaboration on the project. Less a feature than a haunting echo, Kelela’s voice slips in like steam under a door, layering new depth into Recea’s already spectral atmosphere.
“The remix premiered quietly via a limited vinyl pressing and a 3AM SoundCloud drop. no fanfare, just feeling.”
There’s a quiet conviction in how Recea moves through this project. No sharp turns. No declarations. Just drift, repetition, texture. heatless doesn’t chase meaning. It lets it pool slowly, in corners, in silence. Like a voice note you never send, it holds space for what’s too layered to say outright.
And maybe that’s the point. Not to resolve, but to resonate.
Credits
Words by Chioma Adebanjo
Published by Echolocation Journal
Issue No. 12 – Distance and Return
Special thanks to Kelela for the “heatless” remix
Vinyl pressing by Cold Memory Recordings
