Some records politely ask for your attention; the "Moss E.P" from MOSS just sets a small, contained fire on your coffee table and waits for you to feel the heat. It is an immediate and strangely familiar atmosphere, like a half-remembered David Lynch dream scored with the staticky pulse of 90s trip-hop. Bee Davison's voice cuts through this hypnotic haze, not as a lament,...

Sam Lewis’s "Juan Garcia" isn’t a song that arrives with a fanfare; it feels more like a figure glimpsed in the twilight, carrying an invisible weight, and you instinctively lean in. Lewis, an artist who often paints with warmer, feel-good Americana hues, here offers something starker, a ballad stripped to its bones, letting his soul-stirring vocals do the heavy lifting – and heavens, do...