The Hellp is unraveling their fractured self-portrait on Riviera, the long-awaited full-length finally dropping November 21, 2025, and Modern Man sits right in the middle as track seven, a hazy anthem for the guy who’s got it all figured out until he doesn’t.
Noah Dillon’s voice drifts through this one like smoke from a cigarette you swore you’d quit, backed by Chandler Lucy and Maggie’s ethereal touches that make everything feel half-real. From the live clips floating around, it’s got that warped guitar crunch melting into dreamy synths, the kind of sound that creeps up on you at 4 a.m. when you’re questioning every choice. The lyrics, pieced together from those raw performances, circle this idea of the “modern man” with his tidy plans and that nagging desire he can’t shake, signing papers in backrooms and hoping someone’s out there watching.
It’s ironic and aching, like staring at your reflection and realizing the famed desire is just another way to say you’re stuck. They teased bits during their recent shows, and even incomplete, it hits that sweet spot of their shoegaze-meets-hyperpop chaos.
Riviera’s their big swing after years of EPs and cult whispers, a 10-track blur of LA fever dreams where tracks like Country Road warp folk classics and Doppler spins middle-age regret into something hypnotic. Modern Man fits perfectly in the flow, bridging the early haze to the deeper dives like Here I Am and Live Forever. The whole album clocks around 38 minutes of distorted beauty, self-produced in their usual messy genius.
The Hellp’s been this underground pulse for a decade, building from Colorado bedroom experiments to Atlantic deals and back to independence, always sounding like the comedown from a night you half-remember. Riviera feels like them finally letting the mask slip all the way, turning personal glitches into something you can’t look away from.
Fans are already dissecting the live versions on X, clipping Noah’s delivery over foggy city reels and calling it the one that defines the whole record. If Country Road was the warped nostalgia hit, this is the mirror you don’t want to face.
Dive into the Modern Man lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Riviera tracks for more of The Hellp’s fractured glow.
| Lead Vocals | The Hellp |
| Songwriter | The Hellp |
| Music Producer | The Hellp |
| Label | Atlantic Records |
| Release Date | November 21, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Anemoia Records & Atlantic Records |
Lyrics of Modern Man by The Hellp
[Verse 1]
Yesterday, I
Met The Maker
Stay In The Lakeside
Near The Water
Yesterday, I
Met The Maker
In The Backroom
Signed The Papers For You
[Chorus]
This Is A Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
And A Feigned Desire, Ayy, Yeah
To This Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
Say Hello To Desire
[Verse 2]
Yesterday I Couldn’t See Straight
Foggy Nighttime Sows The Mistrial
Couldn’t Make It, Could’ve Never
Couldn’t See It, Couldn’t Claim It
In The Background, We’re Not Back Here
And I Never Knew What It Means
Just Another, Just A Father
To A Mother And A Child
Of Disaster, Just A While
[Chorus]
This Is A Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
Taking His Last Stand
This, This Is Where I Stand
Just Where I Thought I’d Land, And
This Is A Modern Man Taking Who I Am
With A, With A Little Sprinkle Of Desire
That Nobody Saw Coming In Fast, Uh
This Is A Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
And He’s Looking At The Back Of My Head, Huh
This Is Where I’d Thought I’d Land
I Hope You’re Out There
[Bridge]
Gave A Smile
That You’d Never See
’cause I
I Am The Modern Man
With His Modern Plan
And No One Can Stop Me
Come On
[Chorus]
This Is A Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
And A Feigned Desire, Ayy, Yeah
To His Modern Man
To Him, Coming In Fast, Huh
This Is A Modern Man
With His Modern Plans
And He’s Looking At The Back Of My Head, Huh
This Is Where I’d Thought I’d Land
[Outro]
I Hope You’re Out There
I Hope You’re Out There
I Hope You’re Out There
I Know You’re Out There
I Pray You’re Out There
