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...

Mark Vennis & Different Place have unleashed "Goodbye to All That", a record that feels less like a standard studio production and more like stumbling across a box of forgotten, mud-stained letters from the front lines, set to a rhythm that refuses to sit still. https://open.spotify.com/album/0uvXq10rlm29SxAdmx8IVQ?si=fai-hk9BQru4curtMTfKIA There is a particular flavor of cynicism that seems to ferment best in the damp air of the British Isles,...