When It Was Dark by Elli Ingram: A Glimpse Into the UK’s Underrated Gem
Alright, let’s talk about When It Was Dark by Elli Ingram. Released back in 2014 under Island Records, this little slice of rock-meets-pop goodness somehow slipped under the radar for many—but not me. Hailing from the UK, Elli brought something raw and real to the table with this album. And yeah, it’s kinda hard to pin down because it doesn’t scream “mainstream hit,” but that’s exactly why I dig it.
First off, you’ve got the title track, “When It Was Dark.” Man, this one sticks with you like gum on a summer sidewalk. It starts slow—almost too slow—and then BAM! The beat drops, and suddenly you’re vibing so hard you forget what day it is. Elli’s voice has this raspy edge that feels lived-in, like she’s telling you her secrets over late-night coffee. There’s no flashy production here; just honest lyrics paired with an understated melody that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’re hooked. You can practically feel the chill of those dark nights she sings about.
Another standout? Oh, gotta be “Falling Through.” This tune hits different. It’s got this bittersweet vibe, like watching autumn leaves fall while sipping cider. The guitar work is simple yet sharp, letting Elli’s vocals take center stage. What gets me every time is how relatable the lyrics are—like, who hasn’t felt like they’re tumbling through life without a safety net? But instead of wallowing, the song lifts you up. It’s weirdly comforting, y’know? Like someone saying, “Hey, we’re all kinda messed up, but that’s okay.”
Now, sure, some might call this album a bit uneven. Maybe there’s a track or two where things drag a smidge, but honestly? That imperfection makes it more human. It’s not trying to be perfect—it’s just being itself. And honestly, isn’t that refreshing in a world full of polished pop clones?
So yeah, When It Was Dark might not have set the charts ablaze, but it’s one of those albums that stays with you long after the last note fades. Listening to it feels like finding an old Polaroid photo tucked inside a book—you didn’t know you needed it until you stumbled across it.
Oh, and fun fact? Every time I hear this record, I get cravings for fish and chips. Weird, right? Guess that’s the magic of music.
