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One day I’ve seen red and my house was shaking. Hold on everyone, this is not whatever you’re thinking about. It actually happened when I met BLEAK and their single release The Wave. I was hooked and I raised the volume - and for once, the neighbours didn’t complain. Yeah, The Wave kinda hit me, but I felt good - like a surfer finally riding the wave he’s been dreaming about all his life. Except this wave doesn’t give you […]
Breathing On The Glass There’s something about fogged-up glass and the words you write on it. They vanish, they go away, they’re never permanent - but in that fleeting moment they’re alive. That’s the first thing I thought of when I saw the Breathe For Her artwork: blurred edges, a figure half-lost in haze, like someone caught between memory and breath. Mercy Kelly new single Breathe For Her feels exactly like that - a message scrawled in condensation, fragile yet […]
A band with teeth, claws, and a message I’ve seen bands throw pyrotechnics, wear leather, and call it heavy. But DYMYTRY PARADOX goes past dressing up for the part and weaponizes it. Five masked figures, looking like they just crawled out of a post-apocalyptic lab, march on stage and the air changes. For me, hearing them is the same as feeling the weight on my chest, that split second before a storm breaks. Writing about music is one thing, but […]
A Debut That Breathes In Your Skin Do you think you’re ready for this? Because I was not. You know… there are albums you throw on while washing dishes. Blinded is not that.. Bastien Pons, French sound artist and black-and-white photographer, has sculpted something closer to a room you walk into and can’t just leave. Seven tracks, 49 minutes, and the sense that silence is every bit as alive as the noise around it. This is my first touch with […]
There are tracks that feel like afterthoughts on an album. And then there are tracks that burn a hole straight through the middle of it. For Joel Veena’s new record Cardinal, the flame belongs to Reminder - a collaboration with UK-based percussionist Jasdeep Singh that’s as much about history as it is about sound. I’ve followed Joel for a while. He’s a Vermont musician with one foot in the forests of New England and the other sunk deep into the […]
Tossing Coins, Catching Fire I’ve known Mz for a while now. Wrote about him back when he dropped Date Night and BMT - both carried weight, both drew eyes. He’s the kind of artist who grows in real time, right in front of you, just like that. And now Wishing Wells lands on my desk like a coin hitting water, ripples spreading further than expected. The track kicks off with that image - “I throw a coin into a wishing […]
A record that smells like sweat, bourbon, and hard-won freedom I’ve always had a thing for stories told with a guitar in hand. Maybe it’s because life doesn’t exactly hand out clean lines - it scribbles, it stains, it makes you carry the scars. Listening to Till the Well Runs Dry from Nate Perry & Ragged Company feels like flipping through someone else’s scrapbook. But only to realize half the pages could’ve been torn from your own. Nate’s got that […]
Waiting for the Light in the Fog I first heard Oblivion on one of those strange in-between mornings. You know the type - when the kettle boils slower than usual, the outside world feels a little too quiet, and your own thoughts have the nerve to start talking back. I pressed play, not expecting a damn thing. But Ste Kelly writes like someone who’s looked life straight in the face and didn’t blink. Oblivion walks a different path. It moves […]
It Starts With A Name, Ends With A Lifetime There’s a certain kind of silence that follows you into adulthood. The one that starts after you leave home, when the house is no longer your map and the voices that once told you what’s for dinner now echo in your chest as memories. I didn’t know Rosie Belvie until this morning, coffee half-cold, inbox overflowing, and there it was: Daddy’s Girl. One title, one song. And I was back in […]
