The Gabonese artist delivers a powerful meditation on identity that hits right in the chest. The music does not rush to grab your attention with cheap tricks. Instead, it pulls you in with a steady, hypnotic groove that feels like a heartbeat. The delicate plucking of the cithare by Seth Adiahénot Tetey sets a mesmerizing tone, quickly joined by the deep, resonant harmonies of a...

Listening to John Keenan’s “Wreckage of the Past” feels like being handed the audio diary of a ghost who is not yet dead. This is an 18-song excavation of a psyche at war, made all the more intense by the knowledge that Keenan is the sole architect—producer, writer, mixer, and tormented protagonist. The whole project has the hermetically sealed, slightly feverish quality of a...