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...

Listening to Caitty’s new single, "Ruined," is a bit like discovering a breathtakingly beautiful, venomous flower growing in the cracks of a city pavement. There’s an immediate, polished allure to this dark-pop track, a sleekness in its production that pulls you close before you realize the thorns are digging in. It operates in that fascinating, treacherous space where affection becomes a weapon, a territory...