Listening to Jacre and Lucie Glang's collaborative single, “Holy,” is an act of calibration. The song doesn’t shout; it quietly rearranges the furniture in the room, asking you to find a new, more comfortable place to sit. In a world practically vibrating with manufactured urgency and digital anguish, this track proposes a radical alternative: turning away. It’s a slow, deliberate retreat into a sanctuary...

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...