BRUCK'LYN, the former corporate titan turned progressive house maestro, has dropped "Moonshot," an instrumental track that's less about lunar landings and more about an inner space voyage. Why do pigeons always seem to know where they're going? Anyway, BRUCK'LYN seems to be directing us towards our own navigational prowess, through sound. https://open.spotify.com/track/5JProTd7nCXRCoVZFtRlNn?si=bAfv2DJBQE2t4SoXF5K1RA "Moonshot" builds slowly. Not like waiting for a particularly stubborn microwave meal to heat...

Some records politely ask for your attention; the "Moss E.P" from MOSS just sets a small, contained fire on your coffee table and waits for you to feel the heat. It is an immediate and strangely familiar atmosphere, like a half-remembered David Lynch dream scored with the staticky pulse of 90s trip-hop. Bee Davison's voice cuts through this hypnotic haze, not as a lament,...