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...

When I first queued up Leah Sophia and her bold new track "Cocain", I half-expected a gritty, urban cautionary tale or perhaps a frantic club anthem. Instead, the room filled with something that felt like humid air and silk sheets. It’s a brilliant bit of misdirection. While the title suggests something illicit and jagged, the sonic reality is pure, unadulterated oxytocin. https://open.spotify.com/album/0ErORxWDUhOnAtN4pq4Oui?si=RjmK-bmXRWitFKLp1p0Kxw The track operates in...