Geoff Westen’s album, “Music For My Friends”, thumps onto the scene like a dropped box of heavy disco balls – all shiny potential energy and the slight threat of chaos. It aims for that classic pop song euphoria, the kind designed to rattle car speakers and fuel late-night dance floors, an "aural assault" as Westen puts it. And it does pulse with energy, a...

There is a specific kind of cold that burns, like dry ice pressed against a fingertip, and that paradoxical sensation pervaded my entire weekend spent listening to the latest output from CMD.EXE, their debut full-length album "love.language.model". This collaboration between human musicians and machine intelligence hits with the weight of a pressurized cabin decompressing. It sits in that bruised, purple twilight between Electronic Rock...