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...

Priscilla Loya and Juwan Rates help fire up a house and garage cut that feels handmade for bodies that refuse to stay still. Press play and the room starts acting differently. 'In The Music' by Leopold Nunan does not creep in politely. It arrives with a pulse, a stare, and club-ready confidence that makes a person check for space to move. This is house music...