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...

Anthony Winters, a Philly-rooted solo artist… "Caviar Pancakes." The title alone sets my brain on a low simmer. What even is that? A breakfast for the bewildered billionaire? It’s Alt Pop, supposedly, but the concept feels like it was hatched during a fever dream after watching too many Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. https://open.spotify.com/track/0LTecv5kFduyJJE2x0TzuP?si=05d9a1e9a46d4d1b The central message isn't exactly subtle, is it? Winters isn't holding...