Sophia Mengrosso’s new album, “Unforgiven”, doesn’t so much start as it does detonate, a thirteen-song treatise on survival. Her voice, a thing clearly trained for gilded halls and velvet curtains, instead wails from within a foundry’s clang and fire. The result is a bizarre and beautiful collision, the sonic equivalent of discovering a lost Caravaggio painting lit by a flickering fluorescent tube in a...

This track slides in sideways, catching you off guard with its woozy, 60s psychedelic shimmer. Straight out of San Francisco, Michellar crafts a sound here that feels instantly familiar – sun-dapped and swirling – yet underneath, something’s deeply unsettled. It's the sonic equivalent of walking into a brightly lit room only to realise the walls are slowly closing in. https://open.spotify.com/album/3imBzLCYQikcIYz9w6IVQe?si=0SYBio1dRwel9v7QULvzDw Because "Dreaming" isn't about fluffy clouds...