At first glance, this record looks like it came out of a fever dream or an intense, all-time high feeling with a niche, never-seen-before title similar to a children’s book. But, you’d be surprised to know that “The Walrus, The Ninja, and The Gypsy From Sydney” are made up of songs that set the mood […]
Here’s the thing: not every album is meant to slap. Not every record is supposed to bang, vibe, or soundtrack a latte-fueled morning walk in a recycled outfit. Some albums exist to sit with you when things don’t make sense. Permanent Solution for a Temporary Problem, the latest by Sjelløs, is one of those. It’s
Imagine watching Mark Ronson’s Oh My God video and being greeted by a spectral digital Lily Allen crooning in a smoky dive bar that feels pulled straight from a sad dream about 2007. At first, you think, “Ah, okay, CGI Lily Allen, that’s clever,” but then something unsettling creeps in. She’s too smooth. Too precise.
Rosetta West is not a band you discover so much as a band you stumble across by accident, possibly in a thrift store bin, or via a strange dream that ends with a cryptic recommendation whispered by a 200-year-old bluesman. They are the type of band that doesn’t so much release albums as they do
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This record is no doubt an essential for all young adults everywhere — it explores yearning for big dreams, change, starting anew, and the fear of it all. Each song walks with you, understands you through the process of adulthood, deeming them suitable companions to keep trekking and exploring the world like it’s your oyster.
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There’s something oddly refreshing about Copium, the latest from Bloomfield Machine. It’s not because it’s particularly groundbreaking or life-changing, but because it’s not trying to be either. In a music landscape where every release comes with a glossy press kit, a hype cycle, and some vague promise of “pushing boundaries” or something of the sort,
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Let’s talk about ambition; the sleepless, soul-dredging kind. The kind that doesn’t come with a podcast sponsorship or an Instagram-ready quote. I’m talking about the real thing: the 3 a.m. sessions, the coffee gone cold, the DAW staring back like a mirror you didn’t ask for. That’s the kind of ambition fueling BRAINMAZE, the self-titled
If you’ve spent any time on the internet lately, you’ve probably come across the kind of music that feels like it was grown in a lab: perfectly inoffensive, lightly vibey, and engineered for Spotify’s “Chill Mornings” playlist. It washes over you, frictionless and forgettable, like sonic beige paint. So imagine my surprise of stumbling onto
Stupid Sexy Paulo by Paulo and the Problems doesn’t arrive. Rather, it materializes. Like a mischievous house spirit conjured by the mere presence of snacks, instruments, and unresolved feelings. One moment you’re minding your business, the next your room feels warmer, your posture’s a bit looser, and you’ve been nodding along for two minutes without
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There’s a certain kind of album that doesn’t try to be more than it is, and somehow, that’s exactly what makes it more than it seems. The debut LP from The Shields. called Activation is one of those albums. It doesn’t show up in neon and shout about how deep and emotional it is. Rather,
