October 13, 2025
María Zardoya goes solo, swaps sunshine for snowfall in ‘Melt’
María Zardoya, once the silky voice of The Marías, has gone solo and gone cold. Her debut album, _Melt_, released under her new alias Not for Radio, sounds like what happens when heartbreak meets frostbite. After ending things with her former bandmate (and ex) Josh Conway, she skipped the sunny healing retreat and fled to upstate New York because nothing says "emotional recovery" like writing sad songs in a freezing cabin with no cell signal.
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While “Melt” seems to be more of a side-journey from the Marías’ course than a new vehicle, it’s a diverse and compelling chapter in Zardoya’s creative work.
The closet
From tropical muse to frozen poet
Born in Puerto Rico, Zardoya traded the beach for the woods, finding inspiration in silence, snow, and probably a lack of heating. She teamed up with producers Luca Buccellati and Sam Evian to create music she describes as something you’d "listen to under a tree." Maybe that tree’s covered in icicles, but sure. The result is soft, eerie, and beautiful, like a love letter written in frost on a windowpane.
Mood music for emotional frostbite
The album’s first track, "Puddles," drips with synths that sound like melting ice, while "Swan" crackles like footsteps through frozen leaves. Her whispery voice floats above it all, haunting, gentle, and just distant enough to make you miss her. Critics have called _Melt_ atmospheric; others might say it’s perfect music for staring dramatically out of a window and rethinking all your life choices.
The goth garden party nobody saw coming
To celebrate the album, Zardoya hosted a listening party that looked like a gothic Pinterest board come to life. It was held at Blithewold Garden in Bristol, Rhode Island, decorated with flickering candles, calla lilies, and way too many cookies. Guests got portable CD players, yes, actual CDs, and wandered around taking tintype portraits and pressing flowers. It was half art exhibit, half séance, and entirely on brand.
Her ice age begins
_Melt_ feels like Zardoya’s fresh start. It’s colder, moodier, and braver than anything she’s done before. She’s left behind The Marías’ warm red glow for something pale, shivering, and strangely romantic. Whether this is the beginning of her heartbreak era or her villain era is unclear, but either way, she’s never sounded more alive.