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...

Twenty years into their tenure, The Plastic Pals have returned with "Keep it Burning", a record that feels less like a studio product and more like finding a pristine, forgotten leather jacket in a thrift store scuffed, smelling faintly of clove cigarettes, and fitting perfectly. Hailing from Stockholm, this group has managed a strange bit of sonic teleportation. They are Swedish, yes, but the...