Block’s ‘Whitecaps On The Hudson ’ arrives not so much as a pristine reissue but more like a rediscovered journal, its pages softened by time and emotional humidity. Here’s Block, a name practically synonymous with anti-folk’s charmingly crooked spine, revisiting a period where the Hudson’s currents mirrored a life in turbulent flux – sobriety found, marriage lost. https://open.spotify.com/album/4qw8Zz28Ld5xptsA2O87CH The quest for 'home' beats like a tell-tale...

Listening to Amy Jay’s latest album "MNEMONICS" is a bit like discovering a stack of sticky notes you wrote to yourself during a fever dream, only to find they make perfect, terrifying sense in the cold light of a Tuesday morning. It’s a record that doesn't just ask for your attention; it pulls up a chair, sits remarkably close, and asks why you’ve been...