Meridian Lyrics – The Hellp | from “Riviera”

The Hellp keeps the dreamlike haze rolling on Riviera, their long-awaited full-length dropping November 21, 2025, and Meridian floats in like a half-remembered sunset drive, all warped guitars and distant vocals that make you question if you’re really here or just passing through.

Noah Dillon and Maggie Cnossen (with Chandler Lucy pulling strings behind the scenes) have this way of making everything feel off-kilter in the best way, and Meridian nails that disorientation. It’s got their classic blend of shoegaze drift and hyperpop glitches, Noah’s voice echoing over detuned riffs that stretch like taffy, while the beat stutters just enough to mimic a fading signal. They teased a live rip on their IG stories a couple months back, and it already had the cult crowd decoding the haze like it was scripture.

Meridian lands around the middle of Riviera’s 10-track blur, bridging the early singles like Country Road to deeper cuts that dissolve into noise toward the end. The whole album’s this sun-bleached fever dream of coastal escape gone wrong, clocking under 40 minutes but dense enough to get lost in for hours, with production nods to Trayer Tryon and How to Dress Well adding those ethereal layers.

The Hellp’s been that underground whisper for years, building from Colorado bedroom experiments to Atlantic-backed weirdness without ever sanding down the edges. After LL’s breakout last year cracked streaming charts and pulled them into festival chaos, Riviera feels like the payoff—less about chasing virality, more about dragging you into their warped Riviera where nothing quite lines up.