A question echoes through the center of Make You Proud—“Can you see me now?”—and it lingers like the final glow of a candle still burning for someone long gone. Emily Dimes doesn’t lean on grand metaphors or melodrama to navigate the weight of loss; instead, she constructs a deeply human portrait of grief, where memory,…
“Dinosaur Blues” by Sir+ and JF Lancelot is a track that transcends genres, weaving together the raw energy of blues with the infectious rhythms of modern rock. The song, with its unmistakable blues foundation, invokes the spirit of classic western rock, but it’s far from stuck in the past. It’s a celebration of aging, of…
“Wyrdd” by Jazz Calls Home emerges from the depths of both the surreal and the visceral, blending rock elements with a hyperpop/drum and bass energy that strikes a nerve as much as it soothes. The song itself operates as a portal—an entry into a “weird zone” where the lines between life, death, and the unknowable…
There’s a moment in Exotic Slavic where the beat drops and TatiKa fires the line “She, Her, but Fat Man Nagasaki”, and you’re left somewhere between a grin and a wince. It’s brash, it’s nuclear, and it doesn’t care if you’re ready. That’s exactly where TatiKa thrives—in that aggressive intersection of femme power, post-club ego,…
Avenues’ Last Quarter starts like a confrontation. Not the kind with fists or fury—but the kind where silence turns into something sharper. A low growl from the guitars sets the tone, and before the vocals even step in, the room already feels like it’s holding its breath. Then the words come—not polished, not delicate—but gritty,…
If rage had a rhythm and rebellion wore eyeliner, Too Pretty by The Raspberry Jams would be their war cry. The track doesn’t wait for permission—it kicks the door down with distorted guitars and pounding drums, like a parade of fireworks marching through a thunderstorm. There’s no slow build here, no polite introductions. Just a…
There’s something suspiciously cinematic about Do you? by Elle Jae, 3RDG3N, and Kaleidoscope—as if it wandered off the soundtrack of a hazy late-night indie film and stumbled into your headphones. It doesn’t just open with a beat; it opens with a portal—one that hums like a forgotten cassette from the ‘90s, fluttering with the warmth…
A red-light guitar riff hits like a siren. Not the kind that warns you to stop—but the kind that dares you to keep driving faster. Take This Heart by Brian Lambert doesn’t ask for your attention; it kidnaps it. The opening drums snap into place like a well-rehearsed punchline, followed by a bassline that growls…
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…
