The Sway. London. Late 80s. These words, on their own, conjure... well, honestly, a flock of pigeons taking flight in Trafalgar Square. Unexpected, right? That's kind of the vibe of "When Worlds Collide," a re-release that feels both unearthed and strangely present. This isn't some shiny, manufactured product; it's a chipped teacup filled with surprisingly strong brew. https://open.spotify.com/album/74lrSRzdSDL1uxO9NeYemM?si=CG8xHL5QQXilL8hhcVHW4g The band—David Casson, Paul Hogan, Sean Kelly, James...

Some records politely ask for your attention; the "Moss E.P" from MOSS just sets a small, contained fire on your coffee table and waits for you to feel the heat. It is an immediate and strangely familiar atmosphere, like a half-remembered David Lynch dream scored with the staticky pulse of 90s trip-hop. Bee Davison's voice cuts through this hypnotic haze, not as a lament,...