I saw a pigeon wearing a tiny top hat yesterday. It has absolutely nothing to do with Rich Allen's new single, "No Pinks", but, honestly, what does? The song unravels like a worn photograph, the edges blurry with regret, a silent conversation shouted in the spaces between plucked guitar strings. Allen, known around Tampa for his poignant songwriting, digs deep, like a fossil hunter...

Ludwig Jonsson, hailing from Jönköping, Sweden – a place I once imagined was solely populated by competitive furniture assemblers – has unleashed "Anybody Out There," a single that slams into you like a rogue shopping cart on a downhill slope. It's hard rock, sure, but it's got this texture, like sandpaper dipped in honey. https://open.spotify.com/track/4Dulb3Cng8qV360NJFtEBr?si=dMYRbliySw6ImpUIoMQ8Cg Jonsson, the one-man army of sound, crafts everything in his home...