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.

"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.

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.

The quietness that inhabits Gugga Lísa's singing embodies a type of acoustic resonance that resonates beyond something that is simply stillness.

Just before the piano plays the first note of "Dead End," the air in the room drops. You can feel it in your wrists first. We've all experienced that feeling; the silence is thin, buzzing in your ears, while your mind runs through a thousand thoughts, but your body is done.

There is a brief moment, before all of the voices begin to settle down into your chest and all of the music starts playing, that you feel as if you're losing your breath.

When ENAVE walks into a room, ENAVE comes to exist in the room. When there is static flowing under concrete it’s the same feeling. A drunken night having beer and then hearing parts of what you did not know the night actually were.

Lola Wild enters a room much like one of her songs enters the chest—hesitantly at first, and then quickly scintillates to sharpness, like the sound of static crackling across an old radio.

Before a storm, there is an eerie stillness in the air, that strange hush that takes over after the atmosphere thickens and even static seems alive. Rahmatou is familiar with that silence.

There’s something cinematic about Aleksandra “Allie” Picariello — not just because she studied Film Scoring at Berklee, but because her music feels scored.

TaniA Kyllikki’s new single, “I Promise I’ll Wait For You,” carries an undeniable hum of electricity. Not the sort of crackle you get on pop radio — something quieter, and more human.