Owen Young, a mind steeped in the harmonies of law and fine art, unfurls “These Painted Flowers,” an EP blooming with the thorny beauty of the heart after the pandemic. It’s Americana, but not the porch swing kind—more like the kind where you stumble on a forgotten well, and peer in, seeing your reflection ripple back at you with new, confusing angles. These Painted Flowers...

Some songs feel like opening a message you were never meant to read. Agnes Fred's 'After Death' has that private charge, the kind that makes you lower the volume even when you are alone. It is small, strange, and heavy in a way that sneaks up on you. No fireworks. No dramatic chest beating. The track simply appears, pale and close, then leaves a mark...