I saw a pigeon wearing a tiny top hat yesterday. It has absolutely nothing to do with Rich Allen's new single, "No Pinks", but, honestly, what does? The song unravels like a worn photograph, the edges blurry with regret, a silent conversation shouted in the spaces between plucked guitar strings. Allen, known around Tampa for his poignant songwriting, digs deep, like a fossil hunter...

Julia Faulks’ new EP, “Colours”, doesn’t so much present a palette as it does the messy, satisfying work of mixing the paints yourself. It's a six-song study in emotional reciprocity, a sonic accounting of what it costs to love and what it means to be loved in return. https://open.spotify.com/album/6o7E8t0HKQCUiu9uINpATo?si=612B0YA9TJCuKfH-ndCupg Faulks operates in that murky, humid space she calls the “in-between,” where affection curdles into obligation and...