Pilots unleash their album "Eyes On The Horizon", and frankly, the horizon it scans seems littered with emotional debris rather than gentle dawns. This Surrey outfit belts out anthemic alt-rock that promises soaring heights, yet dives headfirst into the messy, often bruising territory of love gone sour and the exhausting climb back to oneself. It’s a curious concoction, like finding shards of stained glass...

GISKE’s "The Sound of Birdsong" doesn’t so much begin as it seeps into the room, like the pale, perpetual twilight of a Norwegian summer night where sleep feels like a theoretical concept. This is a song for the space between the last page of a book and turning off the light; a four-minute float in that strange, conscious stillness when the world is quiet...