Some songs feel like opening a message you were never meant to read. Agnes Fred's 'After Death' has that private charge, the kind that makes you lower the volume even when you are alone. It is small, strange, and heavy in a way that sneaks up on you. No fireworks. No dramatic chest beating. The track simply appears, pale and close, then leaves a mark...

Let me tell you something—listening to "Falling From The Floor" feels a bit like slipping through the cracks of your own memories. It's not about soaring or plummeting. No. MJ Lake and his Salt Lake-based cohort (Dylan Schorer, M. Horton Smith, Travis Mickelson, and the enigmatic touch of Joshy Soul) have crafted something that doesn't rise or fall. It levitates in that strange, almost...