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Let’s Talk About That Butterfly Kiss I stared at the cover for a long time. A butterfly landing on a lip - a perfect glimpse of that moment just before a word escapes. That’s Sin Filtro. That’s Ivelisse Del Carmen right there: giving you the truth while it’s still warm, trembling on the edge of sound. I’ve seen plenty of cover art in my time - some clever, some not - but this one meant it. And in that whisper, […]
When a Song Follows You Around the World There’s something about a song that’s been lived in. You know the kind - not recorded in a studio overnight, not cranked out on a deadline, but road-worn. Played until the calluses on your fingers know exactly where the heart is. That’s Something Real by Jeremy Engel. I’ve been circling around this track since it dropped, like a fly on a wineglass at dusk - drawn to something I couldn’t name at […]
The Call You’ll Never Get – But Still Hope For I’ve been up since 3AM, and I swear the kettle knows when I need it most - it’s working overtime. Somewhere between sips of stale coffee and scrolling through noise, I stumble upon Call, the closing track on Pines Salad, the debut album from Melbourne’s Reetoxa. A ballad? Yeah. But not the roses-and-candles kind. It lands soft, then starts echoing where you thought you were fine, mumbling something you can’t […]
Now I’m Wiser, and You Can Bet I Feel It Too It’s a late night, the kind when your coffee tastes more like a decision than a drink, and that’s exactly the hour John Smyths’ new single Now I’m Wiser found its way into my headphones. But it didn’t arrive with banners or buzz. It just showed up. Like an old friend tapping your shoulder to say, “Remember that thing we never talked about? Let’s talk.” Born Johan Smits back […]
Let me be honest - I was suspicious. Not because I doubt talent when it introduces itself wearing houndstooth and oversized shades like it owns the century. But because translating rawness into French can be like turning a hangover into haute couture. And yet, here comes Chloé French, 24, Geneva-bred and NYC-polished, daring to do exactly that - taking Lola Young’s Messy, a song that already bleeds all over the place, and slipping it into silk stockings and disco heels. […]
The Morning After the Storm There’s a moment just before sunrise - when everything holds its breath. I’ve always loved that sliver of stillness, the moment when the world forgets to shout and I can finally hear myself think. That’s where Ashot Danielyan seems to operate, somewhere between sleep and clarity, where sound decorate the silence, giving it structure. Australian Dawn keeps its voice low, no ambient commercial touch or synthetic peace offerings. It’s just a track that shows up […]
You Lose and You Gain: TMPP Digs into the Wounds with Strings, Grit, and Grace There’s something about reviving an old song that goes deep. Dusting it off, and breathing into it like it still beating - because it does. I’ve always believed that the good ones don’t really age. They wait, ghosting around in old tapes. Then suddenly, someone brave enough picks them up, and they start beating again. TMPP’s latest single, You Lose and You Gain, lands like […]
I Don’t Play Piano. It Plays Me. I didn’t grow up dreaming of writing about angelic piano music. But here I am, sipping lukewarm tea at an absurd hour, thinking about a woman who met the divine on a hospital bed and woke up three years later with music pouring out of her like breath. Karen Salicath Jamali didn’t plan this. One day, she fell. And when she stood back up - eventually, slowly, painfully - music stood up with her. […]
Back to Where It Still Feels Real Where are you looking for peace these days? Because peace hides in strange corners. Sometimes a track gives you five quiet minutes, sometimes gives you more than that. Me? I’ve got one that keeps the cracks from spreading. When I hit play on Return to Balerica, something different happens. Something clicks. Not a flashback, but more like muscle memory pulling you somewhere softer. Stacey Jay and Andre Wildenhues - two names already stitched […]
