I saw a pigeon wearing a tiny top hat yesterday. It has absolutely nothing to do with Rich Allen's new single, "No Pinks", but, honestly, what does? The song unravels like a worn photograph, the edges blurry with regret, a silent conversation shouted in the spaces between plucked guitar strings. Allen, known around Tampa for his poignant songwriting, digs deep, like a fossil hunter...

There's a specific kind of pleasant dread in the opening moments of Korda Korder’s new single, "You Still Turn Me Inside Out," like standing at the entrance of a cathedral you know is haunted by something benevolent. The East Sussex outfit calls this a gothic lament, and they aren't wrong, but it’s a lamentation born from awe, not sorrow. Guitars fall like silver rain...