Voyeur finds Alessi Rose on the precipice of stardom. In 2023, the British singer-songwriter released her debut single “Say Ur Mine,” a decisive step forward from posting online snippets of songs she’d made in her bedroom. The catchy, alt-pop confessional, fueled by what she calls her “self-aware delusion,” quickly struck a chord. Over the next two years, her rise played out like an indie fairy tale: two EPs (rumination as ritual and for your validation), a sold-out headline tour, support slots for Noah Kahan and Dua Lipa, and a Glastonbury debut in June 2025. Those milestones shifted how Rose saw herself. The 22-year-old is no longer just a girl making music—she’s an artist. And Voyeur is an artist’s project. “The voyeurism is twofold,” Rose explained in a statement. “The audience becomes a voyeur of my innermost thoughts and feelings through the music, but additionally I am a voyeur of myself and my own, sometimes self-sabotaging, decisions.” She dives headfirst into the messiness of early adulthood—love, sex, heartbreak—and emerges with raw, guitar-driven songs that read like torn-out diary pages, turning even her most vulnerable moments into detailed commiserations (or cautionary tales, depending on your vantage point) and hooks that stick. Caught in the tangle of a casual relationship, “Same Mouth” and “Take It or Leave It” could have soundtracked a ’90s rom-com, as Rose’s attempt to “paint the red flags green” leads to falling too deep. On “Everything Anything,” she reflects on the absurdity of how two people can go from intimate partners to complete strangers, confronting her real-life offender with a stadium-sized cry: “What’s wrong with you?” Even friendships aren’t immune from fallout when she calls out a backstabber in bestie’s clothing on “Stella.” And despite hitting an emotional low on the dark “RIP,” where Rose is consumed by numbness, she hits rewind on “Dumb Girl,” knowing better but diving back in anyway. “Make the moment last/’Cause we burn hard and fast,” she croons wistfully, before tossing out her version of carpe diem: “Fuck it.”