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 is a specific texture to darkness near the sea, a kind of humid weight that Jánnos Eolou captures with startling precision in "Night Beyond". Listening to this album is like walking through a house you lived in twenty years ago: the floorboards creak in familiar places, but the furniture has been rearranged just enough to make you question your own memory. https://open.spotify.com/album/13nZr5TejxHZJ6VOeKA0pi?si=yZSLjF47Ro2FwoAO6SJ34g Eolou, a veteran...