A coin drops, water ripples, and silence lingers longer than expected. My Wishing Well begins not with sound, but with a pause that feels like memory. That Boy Malcolm doesn’t demand your attention; he waits for it to find him. And when it does, it’s rewarded with a track so intimately carved, it feels more…
A warning shot fires from the opening seconds of “Cheap Japanese Bass” raw, unapologetic, and impossible to predict. The beat doesn’t ask permission; it barrels forward, a noisy engine powered by sheer experimental will. Steve Lieberman doesn’t simply play a bassline; he unleashes a battleground of sound where structure and chaos wrestle for the upper…
A blood-stained wedding dress, moonlit chaos, and the pulse of teenage daydreams gone feral “Vampire Bride” by The Raspberry Jams doesn’t just flirt with fantasy; it tears through it with fangs bared and guitar strings snarling. It’s the kind of song that would feel perfectly at home blasting through the earbuds of a high schooler…
A single line “St. David, you’ve waited so patiently” lands like a whisper in a cathedral. There’s something striking about the restraint of Alexander Joseph’s “St. David (Alternate Version)”: the way it walks slowly, never rushing to impress, never needing to shout. Instead, it offers a quiet kind of devotion intimate, sincere, and…
A low, distant siren stirs at the opening of “Can I Call You When The Winter’s Done?” — not the sound of danger, but the call of something inevitable coming closer. With the steady rhythm of marching footsteps, Wildersky quietly invites you into the heart of a story where time, longing, and memory weave themselves…
A muted guitar pluck floats into the air like a spark at the start of “We Friends,” and before you know it, you’re pulled into a world where the night feels young, and the people around you are the ones who matter most. Missoury, alongside Doobieboy Spliff, crafts a space that doesn’t just sound good—it…
Blasting open the EP with all the subtlety of a brick through a window, this track is pure, glorious grunge chaos wrapped in a punk sneer. From the first distorted riff, “You Were Never in Love” grabs you by the soul (and possibly your shirt collar) and yanks you straight into The Red Lite District’s…
A vinyl crackle drifts across the stereo field, and “Real Life” blooms like a Polaroid dipped in sunrise. Under the kazaizen banner, Jonny Kasai stacks Rhodes chords, tape‑warped guitar swirls, and a bassline that prowls in rubber‑soled stealth ingredients straight from a ’67 psych session, rendered with headphone‑age clarity. The first chorus doesn’t crash; it exhales, and…
Dreamland, Harry Bertora’s latest EP, isn’t just a collection of tracks it’s a sensory voyage that blends nostalgia with an intimate exploration of emotion. Released on March 28, 2025, this work finds Bertora tapping into the rich pulse of the ’80s, but through a lens that’s unmistakably his own. With over three decades of musical…
From the first shimmering note, CKH’s Superposition emerges as a rare gem in the electronic music scene, merging intellect with emotion to craft a track that feels as expansive as it does intimate. Inspired by the quantum concept of superposition, where multiple possibilities exist at once, this track plays out like an audio representation of…
