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They say the soul weighs twenty-one grams; Giuseppe Cucé answers by asking how much memory, desire, and regret weigh when they start singing. 21 Grammi is his response—a nine-song indie-pop cycle that treats that old myth not as a scientific claim…
Old painters say the boldest self-portrait isn’t the one that flatters—it’s the one that refuses to blink. “Sorry, It’s All About Me EP” proves Lola Consuelos understands that principle instinctively: five songs…
A secret knock is a strange kind of honesty: it admits there’s a door, admits there’s fear behind it, and still asks to be let in. That is the quiet dare at the heart of Steve Haley’s LP, “Secret Knock.” The record’s eleven songs move between…
Midnight is that strange hour when the sky feels half-closed, and Hayden Calnin’s Middle Night sounds like the diary you write there. Recorded in his coastal studio, this seven-song cycle of adult contemporary, alt-pop and indie folk lingers in the quiet…
Every copyright lawyer’s worst nightmare might sound a lot like Nada UV’s Ideas Won’t Behave—three tracks of neo-soul and indie R&B that treat intellectual property as a cosmic joke rather than…
Every revolution needs a bar jukebox, a desert highway, and a girl who refuses to shut up. ILUKA’s the wild, the innocent, & the raging album arrives as exactly that: a neon-lit road movie of an album where witchy cowgirls, runaway girls and manic pixie…
A campfire flickers on the prairie while the city votes to forget—rrunnerrss, the eponymous debut by the Austin-born band rrunnerrss led by award-winning songwriter and composer Michael Zapruder, arrives as both shelter and flare…
A good record behaves like weather: it arrives, it lingers, and it quietly teaches you what to wear. Sloe Paul — Searching / Finding is exactly that kind of climate—nine days of pop-weather calibrated for the slow slide into autumn…
There’s a superstition that moths trust the porch light more than the moon; Meredith Adelaide’s “To Believe I’m the Sun” wonders what happens when that porch light is your own chest, humming. Across eight pieces of Indie Folk and Soft Pop parsimony…
Every scar keeps time like a metronome; on Chris Rusin’s Songs From A Secret Room, that pulse becomes melody—ten pieces of Indie Folk/Americana rendered with candlelight patience and front-porch candor. The Colorado songwriter, now three years…
There’s an old kitchen proverb that warm bread heals arguments; Otis Kane’s Love Is Alive arrives with the same oven heat—steam, sweetness, and a patience that softens the room. He tilts Neo-Soul toward sunlight, binding Contemporary R&B sheen to tactile warmth…
Old philosophers say the hardest person to be honest with is your own reflection; on PURE ILLUSION, Jhon Allan basically locks himself in a Stockholm apartment and refuses to look away from the mirror. The Swedish-Peruvian…
Every wardrobe hides one shirt that smells more of memory than detergent; Tastes Like Nostalgia operates exactly like that garment you can’t quite throw away. Under the moniker Daybreaker, singer-songwriter Chelsea Balzer turns…
Lampposts flicker on over New York as if they’re highlighters, and Amy Jay’s MNEMONICS feels like the scribbled notes they suddenly expose. Across ten songs, the indie pop architect pulls threads from rock and folk, weaving a sonic…
A moth will circle a streetlamp until dawn, not because the light is kind, but because it is magnetic—and Dead Internet, Cam Ezra’s 16-track plunge into electro-rap and cloud rap, behaves with that same hypnotic danger. Ezra’s world is lit by screens, paranoia…