Author: Marcus Adetola

Kasien’s Yawa doesn’t just arrive; it crash-lands in our playlists, scattering preconceptions and leaving genre purists scratching their heads. The London rapper’s pivot from trap to alté feels less like a cautious exploration and more like a fearless cannonball into new sonic waters. Puffy’s production work shines here, crafting a lush soundscape that hums with potential energy. It’s like cruising down the coast as golden hour hits, windows down, the first tingling anticipation of the night ahead coursing through your veins. Kasien and Santino’s voices weave through the track with an effortless chemistry. Their rapid-fire verses create a delightful contrast…

Deola’s Ololufe is a summer bop, a sonic rollercoaster that will make your ears perk up and your feet move. This Afro-house concoction serves up a spicy blend of beats that’ll have you questioning why you ever settled for plain old house music. Deola, the Houston-based Nigerian songstress, has cooked up something special here. She’s taken the pulsing heart of house, sprinkled in some techno zest, and doused it all in rich Afrobeats flavours. But don’t let the upbeat tempo fool you. “Ololufe” isn’t just about getting bodies moving on the dance floor. Deola’s vocals, alternating between English and Yoruba,…

If music is a journey, then Bad Flamingo’s new single, Days of Mellow, feels like a delightful slow ride through a sunlit desert. It starts with a finger-picked guitar that not only establishes the song’s base but also marks the trail for a trek into their unique spaghetti Western world. The raspy vocals aren’t just an auditory experience; they’re an invitation to a gritty, yet oddly comforting adventure. The song offers a sensual quality that is rare and intriguing. As the harmonies layer over ethereal textures, the listening experience becomes both intimate and expansive. It’s a bold contrast that Bad…

Sunkis’s latest single Crush arrives with a breezy charm, capturing the essence of fleeting summer romances and youthful crushes. It’s like a sonic time capsule that transports you back to those moments of juvenile infatuation—moments that felt as big as the sky above and as deep as the sea. In “Crush,” Sunkis teams up with Nashville R&B artist Bren Joy and Florida-based singer ASTN, whose voices blend into a melody that feels like a shared secret among close friends. The chorus, catchy and light, echoes the universal thrill of a crush. The lyrics paint vivid snapshots of bashful glances and the…

Holly Blair’s Loud is a sonic refuge, where the raw edges of sensitivity find solace. This LA-based multi-hyphenate has crafted a musical hideaway where sensitivity isn’t a weakness but a superpower. The track opens like a gentle awakening, with Holly Blair’s dreamy vocals floating in, carried on a cloud of lush synths. It’s a deceptively soothing entry point for a song that dives deep into the choppy waters of neurodivergence and overstimulation. As Loud unfolds, melodic sequences ripple through the mix, mimicking the constant stimuli that bombard sensitive minds. These electronic pulses dance with warm acoustic guitar tones and reflective piano…

Micah Emrich’s Virtues taken from his debut album, Promises, is a sonic expedition through the turbulent waters of modern relationships, wrapped in a deceptively smooth package. The track opens with Micah Emrich’s vocals gliding over a minimalist guitar backdrop. It’s a simple, gentle entry point, yet it pulls you in. And as the chorus sets in, the song transforms. Suddenly, you’re swept up in a whirlpool of sound, with instrumental accompaniments swirling around you like emotional currents. Emrich’s lyrics cut through the musical haze with sharp clarity, digging into the nitty-gritty of love. The words paint a picture of a…

Where Flowers Grow washes over you like a warm breeze on a still day. Orkid’s voice glides above a mid-tempo rhythm, carrying whispers of loss and longing. The melody lingers, haunting yet strangely comforting. This song doesn’t just sound pretty; it cuts deep. Orkid’s lyrics slice through the facade of coping, exposing raw grief. When she sings, “I feel like I’m buried alive,” the weight of absence becomes palpable. Her co-writer, LEW’s voice intertwines with Orkid’s, creating an emotional tapestry rich with texture. Their harmonies paint a landscape both lush and desolate—like wandering through a vibrant garden while feeling completely…

Lily Kershaw’s new single Call Whoever This Makes You Think Of (Except Your Narcissist Ex) settles into your bones like a chill you can’t shake. This track from her upcoming album Pain & More strips away social veneers, leaving us exposed to raw truths and a subtle urge to reconnect. Kershaw’s voice floats over a sparse piano melody, creating an atmosphere that feels like whispering secrets in a quiet room. Her lyrics read like unsent text messages or thoughts that keep you awake at 2 AM, staring at the ceiling. The verses unpack those vulnerable moments we all know too well:…

As the mercury rises, a new melody wafts through the airwaves, vying for the coveted title of summer anthem. I Know A Guy Named Jesus by Limón Limón, featuring Tammy Infusino, is a sunny tune that whisks you away on a breezy tour of Rio de Janeiro, with Christ the Redeemer standing sentinel in the distance. The song’s relaxed ambiance evokes the languid pace of a beachside afternoon. Infusino’s vocals glide smoothly over a foundation of gentle synths and understated percussion, while an acoustic guitar provides a mellow accompaniment. A soulful saxophone adds depth to the arrangement, its notes dancing…

Kaibrienne’s back, and she’s not pulling punches. Teach you how to love me isn’t the victory lap you’d expect after her viral American Idol run. Instead, it’s a relationship ultimatum masquerading as a pop song. Her debut, girl i am now, was all self-celebration—a ballad toasting hard-won battles and newfound confidence. This time? Kaibrienne’s turning that introspection outward, and someone’s in the hot seat. The track opens with a whisper—gentle piano notes like hesitant raindrops. Then Kaibrienne’s voice slices through, somehow both vulnerable and steel-edged. She’s painting snapshots of backseat promises and Tennessee nights, but the subtext is clear: I’ve…