Allegra Doesn’t Ask Permission Anymore
Allegra does not come in peacefully. She enters like fire through a room - past beer-soaked flooring; filled with the memorable energy of the club; in a city whose concrete remembers every stride.
No More Ghosts: Maddox Jones Conquers the Past, One Reborn Breath at a Time
Maddox Jones does not let his previous songs stop him; he allows them to return to him, sit with him, and ask him better questions about them.
Ignition Point: How Meco Velez Set 'Gasoline' Ablaze
Meco Velez did not just stumble upon Gasoline; rather, this song is an achievement – an achievement earned by moving forward, reinventing oneself, and quietly changing into the person you want to become in front of other people.
In a Heartbeat – Shaky Lets Relevance Catch Up
There are musicians that just come and go; then a few simply step back and allow time to pass whilst the space fills with static and the remains of their presence turn into bare concrete from the beer rings on the floor until such a time seems right for them to return.
Midnight Miles and Unpacked Ghosts: Water Street's 'Passenger Side'
Water Street, a six-piece band from New Jersey, typically works with more texture than volume, featuring a warm jazz sound, a folk feeling of restraint, and an Americana summary.
Ash and Echo: The Reclaimed Truth of "Death of the Wolf"
The novel "Death of the Wolf" depicts slow but steady destruction, which is compared to static on a concrete surface, spilled beer on the floor of a bar after closing time, and ashes that stay cool long after the fire has gone out.
Macrowave – Futuristic Ferocity, Engineered for Confrontation
The project started off as a solo project by musician Kilian Ebel from Alsace with purely cold-frenetic-cinematic electronic compositions, but it became more of an expansive project with the addition of drummer Aurélien Knaub as the band's visual director.
Weaponized Nostalgia: CRYSTALATOR Steps Through
After circling that door for a decade, CRYSTALATOR has finally made it through it. Slip Into the Core represents that moment between feedback and silence.
Attack the Sound Makes Self-Respect Sound This Good
For a long time, Attack the Sound has been a force connecting the cities of Chicago with its music and its members' energy – soulful, raw, and a little bit funky; however, Don't String Me Along feels like it's drawing or separating a line in the sand.
Olivia Cox: Honest, Moving Forward
Made Friends does not rush itself into being, rather it invites you to wade into it. The pulse comes first, followed by the voice that speaks as someone who has learned many lessons in life the hard way.
Static Under Concrete: Layla Kaylif's Refusal to Choose
It recalls the feel of electric fuzz or white noise beneath a solid surface, such as concrete, and it evokes imagery of a wet, cold, half-empty bottle of beer that has broken open and is pooling ash.
Richard Green's Quiet Rebellion
“Just Different” was released quietly at the end of 2022, and in hindsight now feel like a door opening into A Journey, which is the first chapter of a trilogy of projects that will all eventually take on their full form and character in years to come.
From Punk to Baul Fire: Ananda Xenia Shakti's Transmission
At the beginning of The Perfumed Garden, there exists a moment where the passage of time becomes thin and evaporates like breath in the air.
No Manifesto, Just Questions: Blue Sinclair Arrives
"Midnight, Briefly" is the debut single by Blue Sinclair and the first chapter of their musical journey. They arrived with questions, half-packed bags, and a city that never allowed you to sleep.
Novaea Whispers Hope Into the Static
The way Novaea sings about love exudes a very subdued confidence as if they have been through it all; the euphoria, pain and aftermath – and have subsequently selected to have faith in love.
Billy Davis Sings the Question He’s Lived: A Review of “Rise Up”
Billy Davis doesn’t bring answers to you; he brings you ash on his sleeves, the static of feeling, and the quiet weight of asking the same question for years until he finally lets out his song.
Dust on Their Boots: The Iddy Biddies' Intimate World Inside
As I listen to The Iddy Biddies’ new album, “The World Inside,” I feel as though they’ve strolled right into my living room, covered in the dust from their travels and bringing all their stories along for the ride.
Foxy Leopard's The Call: A Quiet Summons from the Smoke of History
Foxy Leopard takes its time introducing The Call. There is a sense of longing in the piece, like the sound of an old radio continually getting warmed up and becoming staticy.
Hafto's Frozen Clarity: The Raw Power of A Heart of Ice
Hafto's atmosphere on the False Gods record hangs in the air above everything like static after a thunderstorms—the sound of his voice has a thinness to it; it is direct and unwavering. You can nearly smell the concrete and taste ashes in your mouth.
On the Couch with Ratfink!: Heroes Who Stay
In Ratfink!'s world, there is a particular point where the rules of the game begin to unravel. It is comparable to hearing a guitar out of tune; it is similar to the smell of spilled beer on carpet; it emits a feeling of inhaling static and concrete dust or tasting ash on one's tongue.