The second you hit play, you know exactly what kind of energy you are dealing with. It is the sonic equivalent of rolling your eyes at someone who just tried to explain your own job to you. The guitars kick in with a sarcastic bite, and the drums immediately set a pace that refuses to slow down for anyone. This is the sound of pure,...

Listening to lumin's "On My Own" feels a bit like finding a thoughtfully folded note tucked into the spine of a library book you weren’t looking for. It unfolds a specific kind of disorientation, that modern ache of feeling adrift while supposedly surrounded by connection points. Lumin, a solo creator working out of Hurst, crafts this sentiment not with grand despair, but with a...