It's like discovering a rogue disco ball hidden in a forgotten record store, except instead of dusty surfaces, it’s polished chrome reflecting pure, unadulterated energy. We know absolutely nothing about Frank, and honestly? I think I prefer it that way. This track drops, a single, not some bloated album-behemoth, and suddenly the walls are sweating. Fun, like a sticky summer afternoon where you forget...

Novozero. Anna and Andreas, up there in Tromsø, sending out signals. This single, "To All The Times," arrives sounding less like a postcard from the Arctic Circle and more like a transmission intercepted from a satellite caught between decades. There’s a definite gravity here – fuzz bass anchoring washes of synth that shimmer and pulse, guitars that chime before they roar. It’s big rock...