Well now. Here’s a feeling bottled, or rather, pressed onto a piano key. "Alone." Caitty, out of Margaret River – which, in my head, conjures images of dramatic cliffs and maybe someone losing their favourite hat to the wind, oddly fitting – gives us a stark landscape of sudden departure. https://open.spotify.com/album/05CkW9piuni9Ckoo5PLNWo?si=kom6wwPNRxWYaohA_qaWgA The piano isn't just accompaniment; it feels like the architecture of the emptiness. Chord by...

Francesca Pichierri’s "Sperarci Due Eroi" arrives not like a musical offering, but a fragile, precious thing unearthed from a well of deep feeling. This isn't sonic wallpaper; it demands your attention, claws its way in, leaving you altered in some small, imperceptible way. Inspired by the fierce love that endures even as shadows lengthen – her mother’s journey, specifically – the single throbs with...