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...

Anacy's “Frosty” just landed, and honestly, it's like finding a lone, slightly melted candy cane in the back of the cupboard – a bit melancholic, oddly sweet, and intensely…there. This isn’t your standard jingle-bell affair. Anacy, who carves out these sonic spaces somewhere between indie-pop and, what? Festive electronica? It’s like wrapping Christmas lights around a synthesizer, I guess. They’re South African, too, which...