It's like discovering a rogue disco ball hidden in a forgotten record store, except instead of dusty surfaces, it’s polished chrome reflecting pure, unadulterated energy. We know absolutely nothing about Frank, and honestly? I think I prefer it that way. This track drops, a single, not some bloated album-behemoth, and suddenly the walls are sweating. Fun, like a sticky summer afternoon where you forget...

Consequential, hailing from Bury St. Edmunds, England, those folks decided to put out some electricity- they’re calling this electricity, “Down”. A single. Pure instrumental. You know, sometimes I think instrumental tracks are like staring at a Rorschach test made of sound. What do you see? Or, rather, feel? https://open.spotify.com/track/7pGKTKxCQfbhm7SGSrmpAr?si=8ee8c6cea2164b2d Because "Down," is all about feeling. This isn't background music for folding laundry. No, This is music...