Simeon Kirkegaard's album "*" arrived, and it’s been rattling around my head like loose change in an empty pocket ever since. This Nordic musician dives headfirst into the murky, churning waters of lost love and the obsessive echo it leaves behind across ten distinct yet interwoven tracks. It maps out a landscape not just of longing, but of the peculiar haunting that follows a...

Rosetta West's "Circle of Doubt" – it’s less a song dropped, more a confession overheard, a rumbling from the Illinois underground that settles deep in your sternum like a slow, incoming tide. Right from the off, you’re not just listening; you’re in it, this swirling blues-rock miasma where the psychedelic fuzz feels like the very texture of that titular doubt, clinging like damp wool....