Well now. Here’s a feeling bottled, or rather, pressed onto a piano key. "Alone." Caitty, out of Margaret River – which, in my head, conjures images of dramatic cliffs and maybe someone losing their favourite hat to the wind, oddly fitting – gives us a stark landscape of sudden departure. https://open.spotify.com/album/05CkW9piuni9Ckoo5PLNWo?si=kom6wwPNRxWYaohA_qaWgA The piano isn't just accompaniment; it feels like the architecture of the emptiness. Chord by...

Listening to Amy Jay’s latest album "MNEMONICS" is a bit like discovering a stack of sticky notes you wrote to yourself during a fever dream, only to find they make perfect, terrifying sense in the cold light of a Tuesday morning. It’s a record that doesn't just ask for your attention; it pulls up a chair, sits remarkably close, and asks why you’ve been...