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What if the person telling you the story isn’t the most trustworthy person in the room? That’s the delicious little trap at the center of “Have Much,” the new single from Wendy DuMond’s Bog Witch project. Built around betrayal, self-deception and the increasingly complicated gulf between what we know and what we want to believe,

Nobody remembers a band’s second EP the way they remember a debut. When introductions are over and novelty has worn off, where do they hide? Gunshots or Fireworks don’t. Instead, they let a single like Open Mic do all the talking, Arizona has long been home to bands that know how to make atmosphere feel

Country music has never been shy about dabbling in outside genres, and to us, that’s part of what makes today’s landscape of country so exciting. Be it infectious pop melodies, booming hip hop beats, or head-banging rock aggression, modern country has found itself a comfortable middle ground while retaining the relatable, storytelling roots that drew

There’s an authentic, honest flavour of Australian rock that appears unable to separate emotion from its environment. The road is more than just tarmac. The horizon isn’t merely a painted background. When one connects the enormous openness of the outback to the tumultuous interiors of the humans traversing it, songs such as Rob Fletcher’s ‘Hells

Three decades into his songwriting journey, Melbourne-based musician Jason McKee could have easily introduced his band Reetoxa with something bland; a slick rock-and-roller which politely announces its presence and quickly vanishes into the algorithm. Instead, “Demand Perfection” does the opposite; it walks into the room and acts like it belongs there. Demand Perfection, the band’s

“Anuther Sunny Hulliday” tries to subvert the summertime anthem-quite the opposite-but because it seems entirely unfazed by whatever algorithm-approved brand of “summer vibes” currently dominates streaming platforms. Instead, Mick J. Clark has delivered something that feels like it’s meandered in from a forgotten decade, tote bag in one hand, novelty sunglasses in the other, and

There are roughly six billion songs ever written about getting someone back. The entire pop landscape is built around elaborately creative ways of singing “Actually, could we just sort of rewind everything?” so it’s a bizarre novelty to hear a song take the path less taken and acknowledge something infinitely harder to admit: you’re pretty

It’s a beautifully romantic notion that a songwriter might spend thirty years sitting on one of his finest ideas. Not in the cinematic, ‘lost masterpiece’ sense, but in the more plausible sense that some people hang on to a good bottle of wine on the shelf until a day arrives that seems ‘worthy’ of opening