It's like discovering a rogue disco ball hidden in a forgotten record store, except instead of dusty surfaces, it’s polished chrome reflecting pure, unadulterated energy. We know absolutely nothing about Frank, and honestly? I think I prefer it that way. This track drops, a single, not some bloated album-behemoth, and suddenly the walls are sweating. Fun, like a sticky summer afternoon where you forget...

The Sway. London. Late 80s. These words, on their own, conjure... well, honestly, a flock of pigeons taking flight in Trafalgar Square. Unexpected, right? That's kind of the vibe of "When Worlds Collide," a re-release that feels both unearthed and strangely present. This isn't some shiny, manufactured product; it's a chipped teacup filled with surprisingly strong brew. https://open.spotify.com/album/74lrSRzdSDL1uxO9NeYemM?si=CG8xHL5QQXilL8hhcVHW4g The band—David Casson, Paul Hogan, Sean Kelly, James...