Geoff Westen’s album, “Music For My Friends”, thumps onto the scene like a dropped box of heavy disco balls – all shiny potential energy and the slight threat of chaos. It aims for that classic pop song euphoria, the kind designed to rattle car speakers and fuel late-night dance floors, an "aural assault" as Westen puts it. And it does pulse with energy, a...

When I first heard Liz Nash and her latest single, "Little Box House", my mind immediately wandered to the structural integrity of a hermit crab’s shell. There is something profoundly architectural about this track, yet soft like a blueprint drawn on a velvet napkin. Nash, hailing from Mount Dora, Florida, seems to have distilled the specific heavy humidity of a Southern downpour into a...