Samantha Mora’s “Luto” arrived like a half-remembered dream, a wisp of smoke curling from a candle just extinguished. It's not a song to shout from rooftops; it's something you feel in the space between your breaths. Her voice is so smooth, a rich velvet you could lose yourself in. You'd almost think it could just glide across the cumbia rhythms like a hummingbird over...

Geoff Westen’s album, “Music For My Friends”, thumps onto the scene like a dropped box of heavy disco balls – all shiny potential energy and the slight threat of chaos. It aims for that classic pop song euphoria, the kind designed to rattle car speakers and fuel late-night dance floors, an "aural assault" as Westen puts it. And it does pulse with energy, a...