Listening to John Keenan’s “Wreckage of the Past” feels like being handed the audio diary of a ghost who is not yet dead. This is an 18-song excavation of a psyche at war, made all the more intense by the knowledge that Keenan is the sole architect—producer, writer, mixer, and tormented protagonist. The whole project has the hermetically sealed, slightly feverish quality of a...

Glass Cabin’s latest single, “I Don’t Know,” feels less like a song arriving and more like something found already playing in a dusty, roadside motel room you didn’t intend to stop at. Jess Brown and Dave Flint, the architects of this Nashville duo, have conjured a piece that sits squarely in their poetic intersection of country rock atmosphere and gothic Americana shadowplay. It's a...