Groover City Radio Groover City - Tune in, turn up!
play_arrow
Keeana Kee “Tik Tok”: The Ultimate Summer Anthem Groover City
Back-to-back like it’s schoolyard business I don’t know what you’re doing when you press play on a new rap track. Maybe you’re half-checking emails, maybe you’re staring at your ceiling waiting for some God-tier beat to land and save your day. But I hit play on BMT and immediately got that old-school pulse in the chest. No dramatic intro, no mood-setting hook, just two voices cracking knuckles. They showed up […]
A Piano, A Goodbye, and A Good Song Three years. That’s how long it took for MICALL's Have A Home to be born. Not from convenience or a sound pack loop, but from sweat, sentiment, and a grand piano. I’ve listened to hundreds of songs that aim for the heart and barely graze it. I skipped them. But this one lives there. MICALL lives in Los Angeles, but her music […]
Back-to-back like it’s schoolyard business I don’t know what you’re doing when you press play on a new rap track. Maybe you’re half-checking emails, maybe you’re staring at your ceiling waiting for some God-tier beat to land and save your day. But I hit play on BMT and immediately got that old-school pulse in the chest. No dramatic intro, no mood-setting hook, just two voices cracking knuckles. They showed up with bars loaded and rhythm in their bones. They came […]
I wasn’t deep into rock twenty or thirty years ago. Still, I always felt connected to it - my first job was in radio, and I've stuck with it ever since, for more than 25 years now. Over time, I’ve learned to love them all, one riff and one story at a time. And today, I find myself shifting from celebrating yet another rock release… to mourning the passing of someone who felt like a friend. Bigger than the hits, […]
STREET FIGHTS, SWEAT, AND ‘WHISKEY QUEEN’ A handshake’s a nice idea - until it isn’t. You don’t show up to a Casket Rats gig expecting manners. You come for the punch, the growl, the boots planted firm in dirty basement stages while amps bleed through the drywall. And Whiskey Queen, the latest riot from Boston’s hard rock ruffians, is just that: a sweaty, full-throttle blitz of riffs and grit, served with a side of middle fingers and reverence for the […]
AMAPIANO, AFTER DARK, AND THAT WEIRDLY FEELING There’s this moment - usually somewhere between your last drink and that split second before your body gives in - where your brain drifts into a half-dream. That’s where I landed when I hit play on TWILIGHT (Sp Deville Remix) by Leonie Sherif. One second in and I’m already floating somewhere between incense smoke and London pavement. Familiar and surreal. The bass moves like something breathing heavy in the background, I feel it. […]
A Piano, A Goodbye, and A Good Song Three years. That’s how long it took for MICALL's Have A Home to be born. Not from convenience or a sound pack loop, but from sweat, sentiment, and a grand piano. I’ve listened to hundreds of songs that aim for the heart and barely graze it. I skipped them. But this one lives there. MICALL lives in Los Angeles, but her music feels like it comes from somewhere older and deeper. Raised […]
When Legacy Doesn’t Pay the Bills You’d think having a famous last name might open all the right doors. Red carpets. Champagne. A spot in the front pew of country music’s sacred circle. But no. Cali Tucker’s latest release Last Name is not the story of riding coattails. It’s the story of standing on stage with your own damn boots, whether or not the crowd claps. And that, my friends, strikes a nerve. Not because it’s some rags-to-riches tale - […]
Just a Song? That’s What I Thought Too KP Hawthorn’s Fool’s Gold: There’s something about this song that made me stop everything I was doing. Not pause - stop. I was mid-email, mid-scroll, mid-whatever, and then Fool’s Gold played, and I realized the song had better self-awareness than most people I know. KP Hawthorn pushes it open and sets her stories on the table, right next to your coffee cup. And I like that. I’ve missed that. KP Hawthorn’s Fool’s […]
I was eight in 1981. Somewhere in a blocky Eastern European flat, probably pretending to be a robot or spacing out to cartoons. Meanwhile, halfway across the world, The Dogmatics were plugging into amps that hummed like faulty streetlights and getting ready to rattle Boston’s bones. Flash forward 43 years. It’s 2025, and those same bones are rattling again - not from memory, but from Nowheresville, a brand-new album from a band that knows exactly where it comes from and […]
Into the Wild Without a Map Some silences carry weight. Not the hollow kind - this one feels like fog hugging your windshield at midnight. That’s where Harry Verheijen comes with Hinterlands and plants its flag. In that stretch of terrain where no one’s rushing to be heard, and yet everything resonates, Hinterlands quietly takes its place. Pulled straight from the middle of Fields of Passage - Harry Verheijen’s ten-track ambient album - this tune doesn’t actually try to seduce […]
