When I first queued up Leah Sophia and her bold new track "Cocain", I half-expected a gritty, urban cautionary tale or perhaps a frantic club anthem. Instead, the room filled with something that felt like humid air and silk sheets. It’s a brilliant bit of misdirection. While the title suggests something illicit and jagged, the sonic reality is pure, unadulterated oxytocin. https://open.spotify.com/album/0ErORxWDUhOnAtN4pq4Oui?si=RjmK-bmXRWitFKLp1p0Kxw The track operates in...

Listening to John Keenan’s “Wreckage of the Past” feels like being handed the audio diary of a ghost who is not yet dead. This is an 18-song excavation of a psyche at war, made all the more intense by the knowledge that Keenan is the sole architect—producer, writer, mixer, and tormented protagonist. The whole project has the hermetically sealed, slightly feverish quality of a...