Geoff Westen’s album, “Music For My Friends”, thumps onto the scene like a dropped box of heavy disco balls – all shiny potential energy and the slight threat of chaos. It aims for that classic pop song euphoria, the kind designed to rattle car speakers and fuel late-night dance floors, an "aural assault" as Westen puts it. And it does pulse with energy, a...

Geonny sounds like he walked into the room with unfinished business and decided the mic could handle the rest. "Broken Names (Live)" grabs the collar, points at the mess, and asks why anyone kept pretending the mess was cute. The single has heat, sweat, and a little side-eye. That last part matters. Some breakup records cry in the bathroom. This one kicks the door open,...