Sometimes healing sounds less like a whisper and more like a storm—a sonic reckoning that blows through the debris of old wounds, scattering the ashes of what no longer belongs. Mi’Kael Chalyce’s “Faded Love” is that storm, a swirling force of fiery assertion and raw self-honesty, blossoming from agony into liberation. Let me say it plainly: if resilience had a sound, it might just...

Phidippus’ "Prazosin," the album, is a strange little thing. Not like finding a sock in the dryer that never had a match, but more like finding a tiny, perfectly formed city inside an acorn. It's all electronic pulses and hums, built by Eric Salazar, with what feels like very specific, and also wonderfully messy, intention. Jeff Riteman and Alice Indiana pop in as guests,...