Tarric Blurs the Line Between Soundtrack and Confession on “The End of Me”

On his new single “The End of Me,” the Los Angeles-based artist Tarric strips everything back to the emotional bones—no posturing, no apologies. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s the most vulnerable he’s ever sounded.

The track is anchored by a real string quartet, not a plugin or preset, and that decision alone speaks volumes. There’s a richness in the arrangement that mirrors the emotional weight at play. The lyrics—somewhere between a journal entry and a confession—capture the paralysis of knowing a relationship is over but still trying to navigate it with grace.

Unlike his earlier work on Lovesick, which leaned into stylized romance and polished pop melodies, “The End of Me” feels like a deliberate unraveling. It’s not just the subject matter—it’s the architecture of the song itself. This is a record built on silence as much as sound, on what’s unsaid as much as what’s confessed. There’s an art to that kind of restraint, and Tarric wields it like a director who knows exactly when to cut to black.

That makes sense, considering his extensive background in film and television. He’s worked on productions for CBS and has worn many hats behind the camera. And while he tries to keep his two worlds separate—his music and his media work—you can feel the influence bleeding through. Every moment in “The End of Me” plays like a closing scene, the kind where the audience finally realizes the protagonist doesn’t get the happy ending but walks away with clarity.

Tarric’s path hasn’t been easy. Moving to L.A. with just $400 and a dream might sound romantic now, but it came with a decade of doubt, low-paying jobs, and the kind of slow, painful build most artists rarely talk about. That journey seeps into everything he writes, especially now as he prepares to release Method, his forthcoming album.