Crozier's new single, "The Dream," has arrived, and it’s rather like finding a surprisingly vibrant, yet faintly melancholy, postcard tucked inside an old, dog-eared travel guide for a country that might not even exist anymore. There’s an undeniable jauntiness to its classic rock bones – you can hear the phantom limb of a Wilbury shuffle in its gait, perhaps a smidge of early Kinks-ian...

There’s a peculiar ache that settles in when listening to Maddy Low’s new single, "Dragons." It isn't a dramatic wound, but a slow, persistent pressure, the kind you feel behind your eyes after staring at a blank page for too long, convinced that whatever you create will be a monumental failure. For an artist of eighteen to articulate this specific brand of self-imposed paralysis...