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...

This track slides in sideways, catching you off guard with its woozy, 60s psychedelic shimmer. Straight out of San Francisco, Michellar crafts a sound here that feels instantly familiar – sun-dapped and swirling – yet underneath, something’s deeply unsettled. It's the sonic equivalent of walking into a brightly lit room only to realise the walls are slowly closing in. https://open.spotify.com/album/3imBzLCYQikcIYz9w6IVQe?si=0SYBio1dRwel9v7QULvzDw Because "Dreaming" isn't about fluffy clouds...