There is a special type of silence that sets in after you have been let down — the static fizz that trails after we decide to put the project to rest but you haven't quite decided what to do yet. That is where CATSINGTON was born.

There is a certain charm in the off-kilter concoction that is Reptile Tile; the Virginia Beach collective often even feels more like a fever dream in motion than a traditional band.

Dancing On A String arrives like a flare in a fog — The Bateleurs pulling a thread until something honest snaps. It’s the kind of single that smells of beer and cigarette ash, of backstage static and concrete floors.

There is something raw and quietly cinematic about Less. The artist born in Naples has a knack for taking life's static — the noise, the ache, the ash of growing up — and folding it into sound.

Bill Barlow’s world has a cinematic feel, a realm of concrete sky and lights in a bar and conversations happening at unnecessarily late hours that barely leave a static residue.

In American rock, there is a pulse that never really goes away — a heartbeat made of static, steel strings, and smells of beer and concrete.