A child asking how the sun keeps rising would find their answer in Even if you don’t know how. Michele Viglietti doesn’t build a song—he sketches a feeling, one soft stroke at a time. There’s no curtain-raising drama, no theatrical explosion. Instead, there’s an immediate intimacy, like walking into a room where someone has already…
The opening of In My Head doesn’t ease you in—it drops you, boots first, into the middle of a battlefield drenched in sound. There’s a pulse here that feels like adrenaline under your skin. RUSTED WAYZ delivers a track that isn’t just heard—it’s survived. Driven by a relentless 170 BPM engine, the song tears through…
Sirens don’t always come from the sky. Sometimes they erupt from speakers, tearing through complacency with the force of a molotov lobbed straight into the silence. MayDay by The Lowcocks doesn’t announce itself—it detonates. The track opens mid-sprint, no warmup, no mercy. From the very first chord, it feels like the floor’s been pulled out…
A thread of silence splits open gently—not with sound, but with sensation. When the Reign Starts to Fall doesn’t begin like a song; it arrives like a memory, the kind that appears uninvited, yet lands with purpose. Ian Aaberg doesn’t rely on volume or drama to make an impact here. Instead, he traces a delicate…
The most arresting thing about Drug Dealer is how it doesn’t ease into your ears—it stalks them. The opening is not a melody, but a warning: a cold, mechanical pulse that resembles the ticking of a bomb rather than a clock. This isn’t ambiance—it’s tension. The kind that clings to you, the way sweat does…
A slow-burning tension lingers in Giulia che balla, the latest offering from Italian synth-pop and coldwave duo Freddi Rituali. It’s not just a song—it’s the flickering neon glow of a European city at night, a cigarette smoldering between uncertain fingers, the kind of track that plays before something inevitable happens. Diego Ballani’s voice carries the…
A restless heart crashes against the walls of its own self-doubt in I Try, a song that doesn’t just explore longing—it drowns in it. From the very first notes, Adam Janos pulls the listener into a feverish internal monologue, where every attempt at connection teeters on the edge of collapse. The music sways between control…
A crackling burst of vintage charisma ignites Gone, its vocals hitting with the warmth of a dusty vinyl record spun in a neon-lit dive bar. From the first note, there’s an intentional throwback to the golden age of disco-rock, but rather than settling for nostalgia, I, Captain injects a fresh, electric energy that makes the…
A distorted, chaotic whirlwind kicks off The As Yet Unwritten Big Beat Banger, immediately throwing the listener into a frenzy of raw, unfiltered energy. The Amber Bugs don’t ease you in—they shove you headfirst into a soundscape that feels like a rebellious manifesto in musical form. The opening moments aren’t just noise; they’re a warning…
A sharp, rhythmic jolt kicks off Get Your Coat, instantly setting the mood with a pulsing energy that doesn’t just invite you in—it practically yanks you onto the dance floor. There’s a breezy confidence in the way Goddamn Wolves deliver this track, as if they know they’ve bottled the exact kind of indie-rock magic that…
