Owen Young, a mind steeped in the harmonies of law and fine art, unfurls “These Painted Flowers,” an EP blooming with the thorny beauty of the heart after the pandemic. It’s Americana, but not the porch swing kind—more like the kind where you stumble on a forgotten well, and peer in, seeing your reflection ripple back at you with new, confusing angles. These Painted Flowers...

Right then, Livvy Lauren. “Felt Love”. A single, a dispatch from the heart’s erratic GPS, apparently. This isn’t a slow burn; it’s a sun-flare. That first thrum of a connection, bottled, shaken, and sprayed all over the dance floor. Kent, huh? Always seemed like a place where secret drum and bass anthems might be brewing. I picture it now: rolling hills meeting synth waves,...