There is a particular kind of clarity that only surfaces when a body has nothing left to give, the kind found on the last night of a run of shows, in a stairwell or a car park, somewhere between one place and the next. It was in exactly this kind of setting, a multi-story car park in Dublin, that Cork singer-songwriter Cathal Fitz wrote "A...

Silja Rós sends us “Letters from my past,” and it’s as if one has been handed a velvet pouch of smoothed sea glass, each piece a shard of memory polished by time. Listening feels like sorting through them, the Icelandic musician’s neo-soul and pop songwriting unfurling narratives from what must be deeply personal old diaries. There’s an intimacy here akin to deciphering faded ink...