Melbourne's TJ Howlett throws a shovel full of coal-dusted reality into the guitar-driven blues-rock furnace with his "Not Mine" EP. Two songs. Just two. But, my word, they carry the weight of generations. Suddenly, I'm thinking about Dorothea Lange's photographs, only... louder. https://open.spotify.com/album/6lCrWQGWQo9LsVDL94CR4k?si=97afEOrjR1WPe9AVG2pfgw "Not Mine," the title track, and then "Drinking Man" – they're not just following each other; they're wrestling in the dirt. This EP...

Samantha Mora’s “Luto” arrived like a half-remembered dream, a wisp of smoke curling from a candle just extinguished. It's not a song to shout from rooftops; it's something you feel in the space between your breaths. Her voice is so smooth, a rich velvet you could lose yourself in. You'd almost think it could just glide across the cumbia rhythms like a hummingbird over...