There are moments in city life when grief has no grand room in which to announce itself. It sits beside a stranger on public transport, watches traffic move with rude indifference, and tries to keep its shape between one stop and the next.
A bus route can become a private theatre. Notting Hill Gate to Fulham Broadway is not a cathedral, yet for Jemerine Chan it became a writing room, a confession booth, and a small moving studio of the mind. Out of that compressed London interval came “Let Go“, her new single from the debut album “Reset“, due in Summer 2026.
Jemerine Chan arrives at this release with a story that already carries weight. Malaysian-born and based in London, she is a singer-songwriter, producer, pianist, arranger, sound designer, and recording engineer, a rare kind of young artist whose authorship seems to stretch across the full making of a record.
At 23, she is also the first musician in her family, leaving Malaysia to pursue music independently in the UK, and meeting the practical pressures of culture, money, and industry gatekeeping without much padding around the edges.
That background matters here because “Let Go” sounds like it was written by someone who understands that surrender can be the hardest form of discipline.
The single sits within indie folk, indie pop, and folk pop, yet it also bears the emotional shading of artists named in her orbit, Billie Eilish and Lana Del Rey. The comparison is useful only up to a point. She takes a private feeling, heartbreak in motion, and keeps it close enough for the listener to feel the breath marks in the phrasing.
The song was written in about 30 minutes while she listened to an instrumental on the bus. That detail could sound too neat, almost too cinematic, but the track earns it through immediacy. The feeling is arranged, yes, but it still has its coat on.
“Let Go” follows “Goodbye” in Jemerine’s waterfall release strategy for “Reset”, and the distinction between the two titles is revealing. “Goodbye” can be an event. It has a door, a last line, a visible exit.
Letting go is messier. It is what happens after the door closes and the room still remembers a person. The single deals with releasing what no longer serves a relationship, a habit, or a version of the self that has become too heavy to carry.
Rather than pose acceptance as a clean victory, Jemerine lets the track remain suspended in that uncomfortable middle space where the mind knows the answer before the body agrees.
That is where the song gains its quiet force. It treats heartbreak without making it theatrical. It understands that emotional progress is rarely linear. One might think of Edward Hopper’s solitary interiors, because the song shares a similar trust in stillness.
People can be alone in public. A city can be crowded and still leave one person carrying a weather system under the ribs.
Jemerine’s wider artistic identity adds another layer. Her work centres empowerment and self-worth, while her role in UK ESEA Music and her representation of ESEA Music on the Artist Council of the Featured Artists Coalition place her within broader conversations about equity and visibility in the music industry.
For a South East Asian artist in the UK independent scene, a song about release can carry social resonance without turning into a speech. To let go may mean leaving a person, but it may also mean refusing the small humiliations that teach underrepresented artists to shrink.
Her previous highlights, including the Global Asian Creative Awards silver medal for “Black Rose“, Spotify Asia support for “Never Ever Die” on Made in Malaysia, BBC Introducing attention for “Adrenaline Rush“, and appearances at ESEA Music Festival 2025, O2 Islington, The Ned, the British Kebab Awards, and Chesham Fringe Festival, suggest a musician steadily widening her reach.

Yet “Let Go” does not sound like a résumé trying to sing. It sounds closer to a diary page that somehow learned structure. As a step toward “Reset”, “Let Go” gives the album a strong emotional hinge.
If “Goodbye” marked closure, this single moves into the more demanding act of acceptance.
Jemerine Chan is not offering easy comfort. She is tracing the moment when release stops being an idea and becomes a practice, repeated under fluorescent bus lights, in quiet bedrooms, in the half-second before replying to a message.
The question left behind is simple, and far from small: when letting go finally arrives, do we lose the past, or do we at last stop letting it decide the shape of our hands?


