The track opens with a piano line so delicate it feels almost apologetic, as though testing the air before committing to its presence. It's a deliberate feint. Nickerson's vocal enters with the kind of intimacy that makes you lean closer, her phrasing measured and deliberate. She's not performing vulnerability here; she's weaponising it. The production, which Nickerson helms herself, builds with the patience of someone who knows exactly where the detonation points lie. Strings creep in like gathering clouds, synths pulse beneath the surface like suppressed electricity, and when the drums finally arrive—cinematic, almost theatrical—they don't just punctuate the arrangement. They redefine it.
The lyrical territory Nickerson navigates is familiar ground for anyone who's ever wrestled with the gap between who they are and who they're expected to be. Growing pains, self-worth, the courage required simply to exist authentically—these aren't novel themes. But Nickerson approaches them with the kind of specificity that transforms platitude into poetry. When she sings about realising you're not afraid of the weather but rather that you are the storm itself, it's not just clever wordplay. It's the exact emotional pivot point where fear crystallises into agency, where passivity becomes impossible.
What distinguishes 'My Time' from the glut of empowerment anthems cluttering the charts is its refusal to offer easy catharsis. This isn't music designed for montages or motivational reels. Nickerson has engineered something far more insidious: a slow-release revelation. The arrangement builds and recedes, swells and contracts, mirroring the psychological journey of self-actualisation itself. It's uncomfortable, this sonic representation of growth—all false starts and genuine breakthroughs, moments of clarity dissolving back into doubt before resolving into something harder, clearer.
Nickerson's vocal performance deserves particular attention. She moves between registers with the assurance of someone who's spent years mastering not just technique but intention. The velvety lower tones ground the track's more introspective moments, while the layered harmonies—strategically deployed rather than slathered on—create a sense of internal dialogue, competing voices finally finding chorus. When she applies vocal effects, they feel like emotional punctuation rather than production tricks, distortion serving the narrative rather than obscuring it.
The influence of her work as a theatre sound designer bleeds through every transition. 'My Time' understands the power of space, of knowing when to let silence carry as much weight as sound. The bass, when it enters, doesn't thunder—it anchors. The strings don't soar—they simmer. Every element has been calibrated not just for impact but for meaning, each sonic choice serving the song's central thesis: that becoming yourself is both a violent and a necessary act.
Perhaps most impressive is how Nickerson sidesteps the bombast that usually accompanies this kind of emotional terrain. 'My Time' never shouts when it can cut. The production's restraint actually amplifies its power, creating tension that never fully resolves because, one suspects, Nickerson knows that personal evolution isn't a destination. It's a condition, permanent and irreversible.
For an artist who's already earned support from BBC Radio Introducing and built a reputation for cinematic soundscapes that blur vulnerability and strength, 'My Time' represents both consolidation and leap forward. It's the sound of an artist who's stopped asking permission and started issuing invitations. The question posed—what would you do if you realised you were the storm?—isn't rhetorical. It's a challenge, thrown down with precision and left for listeners to answer in their own time, on their own terms.
This is pop music with teeth, introspection with backbone, vulnerability that refuses victimhood. Nickerson has written a song about finding courage that required considerable courage to make. The story, as she reminds us, won't write itself. With 'My Time', she's proven she knows exactly how to wield the pen.
