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Niia's "Throw My Head Out the Window" Teeters on the Edge of Control

Niia's "Throw My Head Out the Window" Teeters on the Edge of Control

Niia’s “Throw My Head Out the Window” opens with the wistful wail of a lone saxophone, its notes heavy with longing. Her voice drifts in like smoke, aching in the same register.

In the minimalist music video, she hangs her head out a car window and croons to the Los Angeles canyons. The track builds over skittering, dance-inflected production, her voice picking up momentum as the tension coils tighter in her delivery. It’s moody, striking and teetering on the edge of control, with a deep undercurrent of angst that hovers just above a scream. The bubble threatens to burst, but it never does. And that restraint is intentional.


As Niia explains, the song captures “what happens when you can’t scream but can’t stay still either.” In those moments, the wind “does the screaming for you—fast enough to drown out the static, soft enough to remind you you’re still here.” That rush of air, she adds, is “just enough to keep me going.”

Watch the music video for “Throw My Head Out the Window” below.

Niia's fifth studio album V is out October 10 via Candid Records. Pre-order it here.

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