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...

Del'Noire, the solo act of Matyascorvinus, isn't handing you a neatly wrapped package of sounds with "Tyler Down." Instead, it's more like finding a worn map tucked inside a book you forgot you owned. This single, a purely instrumental affair, wrestles with the echoes of trauma. Not your kind of predictable musical trauma either. No cheesy lightning strikes. No predictable sad violin. Here it...