When I pressed play on the latest release from Shelita, titled "Sailors", I wasn't expecting the floor to drop out from under me. You see, "pop" is often a safe word, a designation for the palatable. But this? This is something else entirely. It’s as if someone took a tender ballad and threw it into a particle accelerator to see what sub-atomic emotions would...

It’s strange to think about silence as a form of noise, isn’t it? The kind that fills a room after you've heard something so emotionally dense, anything else feels obnoxious. That’s the type of quiet that "Not Turning Back" by Baylee Dowling leaves behind. It’s not the silence of emptiness, but the kind where something just sank deep into your chest, and you need...