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...

Kwolek's album, “T > H > I > S”, presents itself not just as music, but as a meticulously self-contained universe, shaped entirely by one pair of hands – from the songwriting straight through to the final cover design. It’s a lonely planet populated by distinct misfits, each broadcasting their internal monologues from a different, slightly staticky frequency. There’s an undeniable intimacy born from...