Sophia Mengrosso’s new album, “Unforgiven”, doesn’t so much start as it does detonate, a thirteen-song treatise on survival. Her voice, a thing clearly trained for gilded halls and velvet curtains, instead wails from within a foundry’s clang and fire. The result is a bizarre and beautiful collision, the sonic equivalent of discovering a lost Caravaggio painting lit by a flickering fluorescent tube in a...

Balwako’s new single, "Bitch Please," doesn’t so much arrive as detonate – a burst of queer dark-pop that rattles the windows of expectation. This Amsterdam artist, trailing a "Slavic boy-core aesthetic" and a flair for the theatrical, isn't just making electro-pop; he's staging a minor opera in under three minutes, all bass-heavy beats and a synth line that feels like a velvet curtain dramatically...