Well now. Here’s a feeling bottled, or rather, pressed onto a piano key. "Alone." Caitty, out of Margaret River – which, in my head, conjures images of dramatic cliffs and maybe someone losing their favourite hat to the wind, oddly fitting – gives us a stark landscape of sudden departure. https://open.spotify.com/album/05CkW9piuni9Ckoo5PLNWo?si=kom6wwPNRxWYaohA_qaWgA The piano isn't just accompaniment; it feels like the architecture of the emptiness. Chord by...

From Brixton's Squats to Normandy's Serenity: A Dive into the Eclectic World of Lewca's Music Evolution. Lewca's life has taken him from the seedy and lively backstreets of Brixton to the bohemian bosom of Paris, and the tale of his travels is just as captivating as the sonic collage he has been creating throughout his career. It would appear that Lewca's life was destined to be...