Asthma Kids – Crumbs and Morsels (The Meek Are Getting Ready Pt IV)
Dancing at the Edge of the Fire Asthma Kids don’t ease into Crumbs and Morsels (The Meek Are Getting Ready Pt IV)—they kick the door down and dare you to keep up. The track crackles with urgency, sounding less like a polished studio product and more like a live wire humming with intent. There’s a […]
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Verticoli – Sleep
When Rest Refuses to Come Verticoli’s Sleep feels like a late-night confession whispered into the dark, heavy with thought yet strangely comforting in its honesty. Coming from a band shaped by isolation, wind-battered landscapes, and years of refining their sound, the track carries a sense of earned restraint. It doesn’t rush to impress. Instead, it […]
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Highroad No. 28 – C.Esp
Into the Static Within Highroad No. 28’s C.Esp feels like a slow-burning reckoning, the kind of track that doesn’t rush to impress but quietly pulls you under. From the first moments, there’s a sense of weight in the air — cinematic guitars stretch wide, the bass hums with a brooding patience, and everything feels carefully […]
Read MoreMadeline Rosene – Love and Algorhythms
When Romance Meets the Feed Madeline Rosene’s Love and Algorhythms feels like a quiet ache dressed up in playful colors. On the surface, it’s an indie-pop track with a clever hook and an inviting soundscape, but just beneath that charm lies something far more uneasy and human. Rosene captures a very modern tension—the feeling of […]
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Arcas and the Bear – Seven twelve
Between Orbits and Open Ground “Seven Twelve” feels like a quiet but decisive step forward for Arcas and the Bear. Known for immersive ambient and meditative soundscapes, this release gently breaks from that orbit without abandoning the project’s core fascination with space, motion, and inner reflection. Instead of drifting endlessly, the track now moves with […]
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The Spitting Pips – Vicious Circles
Going Round the Fire Again “Vicious Circles” doesn’t ease you in—it grabs you by the collar and drags you straight onto a sweat-soaked dancefloor where the amps are loud, the lights are blurred, and the night refuses to end. The Spitting Pips sound fully aware of what they’re chasing here: that reckless, addictive pulse of […]
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