Block’s ‘Whitecaps On The Hudson ’ arrives not so much as a pristine reissue but more like a rediscovered journal, its pages softened by time and emotional humidity. Here’s Block, a name practically synonymous with anti-folk’s charmingly crooked spine, revisiting a period where the Hudson’s currents mirrored a life in turbulent flux – sobriety found, marriage lost. https://open.spotify.com/album/4qw8Zz28Ld5xptsA2O87CH The quest for 'home' beats like a tell-tale...

Listening to Bloomfield Machine's new seventeen-track instrumental album, “Copium,” feels a bit like stepping into a terrarium during a quiet downpour. The title itself suggests a kind of modern, knowing self-delusion, the balm we apply just to get by. Yet, the music crafted by Huntington Beach’s Brian Kassan is far too sincere for pure cynicism. This isn’t the sound of giving up; it’s the...