There is a particular kind of clarity that only surfaces when a body has nothing left to give, the kind found on the last night of a run of shows, in a stairwell or a car park, somewhere between one place and the next. It was in exactly this kind of setting, a multi-story car park in Dublin, that Cork singer-songwriter Cathal Fitz wrote "A...

Sometimes you just need a track that gives you permission to stop being nice. There is a specific kind of freedom in realizing you do not actually have to pretend to like everyone on your feed, and that realization hits like a physical shockwave the second this beat drops. It is loud, it is funny, and it completely refuses to apologize for taking up space....