With Me Hollywood, Oliver Leith continues to refine his idiosyncratic vocabulary, stretching the boundary between contemporary composition, performance art, and pop absurdism. The record unfolds as a study of spectacle and sincerity, as if filtering the bright unreality of stardom through a distinctly British sense of irony. Leith’s background in post-minimalist and experimental idioms converges here with a fascination for emotional transparency and artificiality, inviting the listener into a sonic realm that is simultaneously intimate and cinematic.

Across its tracks, calm repetitions and drily humorous gestures coexist with fragile harmonic shifts. Strings and electronics communicate less as opposites than as distorted reflections, creating a mood that hovers between detachment and revelation. It’s music that feels staged yet deeply human: voices drift in as half-remembered conversations, percussion emerges with the precision of Foley sound, and melodies linger like the residue of a forgotten score. The result evokes a kind of “slow realism”, a world where irony and tenderness reside side by side.

The title Me Hollywood reveals Leith’s ambivalence toward self-exposure. It's not merely a critique of fame but a personal negotiation with the modern condition of being seen. The album’s quiet theatricality suggests that identity, like a film set, is both constructed and inhabited, fragile yet persistently alluring. Through understated gestures and a collage of acoustic and digital materials, Leith’s music becomes less commentary than invitation - a gently sardonic meditation on attention, self-image, and authenticity. In its textures and pacing, recalls aspects of post-classical and electroacoustic production, yet its emotional world remains singular. It’s an album that asks to be listened to with patience, allowing its deadpan humor, subtle melancholy, and exquisite detail to emerge gradually. Rather than seeking climax or resolution, Leith crafts music that observes the absurd beauty of the everyday, refracted through the shimmering façade of performance.