It's like discovering a rogue disco ball hidden in a forgotten record store, except instead of dusty surfaces, it’s polished chrome reflecting pure, unadulterated energy. We know absolutely nothing about Frank, and honestly? I think I prefer it that way. This track drops, a single, not some bloated album-behemoth, and suddenly the walls are sweating. Fun, like a sticky summer afternoon where you forget...

Hearing Max Mayer’s single “Someday I’ll Fly” feels a bit like eavesdropping on a very specific, very modern kind of prayer whispered over a crackling phone line. Here we have this London-based musician, grappling with the magnetic pull of ambition against the equally strong tether of a heart miles away. The song lives squarely in that awkward, stretching space between here and there. https://open.spotify.com/track/6Gupo1O4sJok4Ku6qcTQOz?si=4Eu-s9UUTZiZH4Qo8piuUQ It’s country-inspired...