There’s a quiet ache that runs through Amy Shark’s third studio album, “Sunday Sadness”, but it’s the kind of ache you want to sit with. Across 11 tracks and just over 30 minutes, Amy serves up a tight, emotional rollercoaster that feels intimate, cinematic and completely unafraid to peel back layers.

The opening track, Slide Down the Wall sets the tone beautifully. It’s sparse and melancholic, driven by stripped-back instrumentation and Shark’s haunting vocal delivery. You can almost picture her sitting on the floor of a dimly lit bedroom, trying to hold herself together. It’s raw without being messy, emotional without overplaying the hand… a delicate balance she masters throughout the record.

She follows it up with It’s Nice to Feel This Way Again, a short but punchy track. There’s a kind of optimism here, a glimmer of light that gives the album a heartbeat. It’s easy to imagine this one being a fan favourite live, the kind of song that gets people swaying and smiling through tears.

Then comes Beautiful Eyes, which is confessional, a little wounded and totally addictive. You believe every word she says. By the time we reach Gone and Can I Shower at Yours you start to realise just how skilled Shark has become at saying so much with so little. Gone is a powerful and fun song delivering some absolute hard-hitting lyrics. Can I Shower at Yours is clever, conversational and utterly relatable. It captures that awkward post-breakup limbo where boundaries are blurry and emotions are still raw. You could easily miss it on first listen, but it lingers.

Midway through the album there is Loving Me Lover. This isn’t a banger, it’s more like dancing with tears in your eyes.

Two Friends is quietly devastating in how it tracks the erosion of a deep connection in favour of a new dynamic. Babe feels almost too intimate, like reading someone’s unsent text messages and that’s part of its charm. It’s deeply personal but still universally resonant.

Then there’s I’m Sorry, a standout ballad that feels like it could have closed the album. It’s full of regret and late-night honesty. Amy lets her voice crack in all the right places. It’s not polished to perfection, and that’s exactly why it hits so hard.

But she’s saved two big moments for the end. My Only Friend, a collab with blink-182 legend Tom DeLonge, is a surprising turn that somehow works perfectly. It brings a splash of emo-pop nostalgia into the mix without feeling forced. DeLonge’s unmistakable voice adds a rugged edge to the track. It’s the closest thing to a rock anthem here, and it injects a jolt of energy before the final curtain.

The closer, Our Time Together, is quiet, slow-burning and bittersweet. It ends not with resolution, but with acceptance. It’s less about closure and more about gratitude for the connection that was. It’s an emotional sigh at the end of a long, cathartic conversation.

What’s most impressive about “Sunday Sadness” is how efficient it is. Every track earns its place. There’s no filler, no overblown production, no attempt to chase chart trends. It’s Amy Shark doing what she does best: writing songs that feel like they were pulled directly from the pages of her diary, but somehow still speak to yours.

With this album, she proves she doesn’t need sweeping crescendos or radio-ready hooks to make an impact. The sadness is quiet, but it’s powerful. And if you already have tickets to her tour (like I do), this just made the wait way more exciting. Hearing these songs live, with their sharp edges and soft centres, is going to hit differently. I’m ready to cry, sing and heal in the crowd.