Listening to John Keenan’s “Wreckage of the Past” feels like being handed the audio diary of a ghost who is not yet dead. This is an 18-song excavation of a psyche at war, made all the more intense by the knowledge that Keenan is the sole architect—producer, writer, mixer, and tormented protagonist. The whole project has the hermetically sealed, slightly feverish quality of a...

Listening to Antoin Gibson’s new EP, "Serene Despair", is like discovering a hidden, immaculately designed room in the architecture of your own skull, only to realize the locks are on the outside. This is music as a meticulous, hermetically sealed environment. Knowing Gibson is the sole operator of this venture—the writer, performer, and producer, founder of Circum-Sŏnus—explains the almost unnerving coherence.She isn't just building...