Some tracks hit you like a freight train made of glitter and grit — and “Sweetlips” by Laguna is exactly that kind of sonic chaos. Straight from the scorched psychedelic heart of Geelong, Victoria, this new single from James Guida’s solo project isn’t just a song — it’s an entire vibe, smeared with distortion, soaked in VHS static, and buzzing with unapologetic energy.

Tarn PK’s latest EP, F.O.M.O, might just be the perfect soundtrack to the beautiful mess of millennial burnout, digital overwhelm, and existential career angst — all wrapped in sleek production and painfully relatable lyrics. The Wellington, New Zealand-based producer, songwriter, and sonic world-builder has a knack for making emotion feel futuristic. And on this project, he leans all the way into that tension — giving us both chaos and clarity.

Amy-Lin Slezak is back — and she’s not holding back. Her second single, “To Grow Old”, is a rallying cry wrapped in country-pop brilliance, a bold follow-up to her debut “How Dare She” that solidifies her voice as a necessary one in today’s musical landscape — especially for women who are tired of being told to shrink, smile, and stay young forever.

Sophia Bolinder is serving up sultry vibes, soul-drenched vocals, and full-on 90s/early 00s R&B fantasy with her newest single “Under The Stars,” featuring the velvet-smooth voice of John Soul. If you’ve ever slow-danced in your room to Toni Braxton, or dramatically stared out the window to Usher’s Confessions, this one’s for you.

Let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. That moment after a show, gig, or even a casual conversation when an over-earnest man leans in with that very specific brand of confidence — the kind that comes with zero self-awareness and just enough IPA to lubricate an unsolicited opinion. Well, Dryadic’s newest single “Mansplain” captures that moment perfectly — and then sets it on fire, dances on the ashes, and turns the whole thing into a queer folk anthem you’ll be screaming along to by the second chorus.

The One Uncoded by Leyla Romanova is not just a track; it’s a rebirth.

Leyla was just 11 when she first saw The Matrix, and it blew the lid off her understanding of what was possible. You can almost hear that original awe baked into the DNA of the song. It’s cinematic, mysterious, and pulsing with a kind of awakened energy, like someone slowly becoming aware they’ve been sleepwalking through life. In fact, that’s exactly what the story behind the song is: after a major shake-up in 2012, Leyla drifted into a fog of "normality," just going through the motions. Then—bam—a jolt of synchronicity, some intense déjà vu while rewatching The Matrix 4, and something inside her reactivated. From that reawakening, The One Uncoded was born.

Through the Roof is not your typical debut EP. It’s not some polished, industry-tweaked debut with calculated hooks and radio-friendly breakdowns. Midtown Vice, the lo-fi musical alias of New Jersey-based John Mueller, is operating on a totally different wavelength — one that exists somewhere between a fever dream and a nostalgic VHS tape of memories you’re not sure are even real.

Let’s set the scene: it’s a cloudy Melbourne afternoon, you’re sitting in your share house kitchen in Carlton North, someone’s just brewed a cup of tea in a mug with a chipped handle, and “Gay Song” by Ratfink! is playing through a crackly Bluetooth speaker in the next room. It’s raw. It’s tender. It’s devastatingly real. And it feels like someone finally said the quiet parts out loud.

“Shuffle Your Feet” by Robin Shaw isn’t here to reinvent the musical wheel—but it will get your feet moving, your shoulders bouncing, and your mind drifting to a carefree summer field somewhere between Shepherd’s Bush and Shangri-La. It’s a sonic postcard from festival season, handwritten by a lad from Diss, England, who clearly knows how to capture the spirit of a sun-drenched afternoon, ice-cold drink in hand, and absolutely nothing to do but dance.

If Modern Guilt's second EP We’ll Always Have Vegas showed us they had teeth, their new single You Know Who You Are proves they've got a venomous bite — and they know exactly how and when to use it.

We spoke to Modern Guilt about their journey so far.

Let’s talk about heartbreak—not the loud, dramatic, throw-a-glass-across-the-room kind, but the quiet, lingering type that hangs around long after the relationship ends. That’s the emotional terrain Kevin Driscoll maps out in his debut single “Black It Out”—and he does it with striking honesty, poise, and sonic richness.

Before the Doom by Pablo Serrano isn’t just an album you listen to—it's one you feel. Deep in your chest, behind your ribs, in the parts of you that have ever felt disoriented, displaced, or determined to begin again. It’s an album made by a painter-turned-songwriter, a Mexico City native now living in Germany, who somehow manages to channel an entire migration of spirit into just a few, gorgeously crafted songs.

We spoke to Pablo Serrano about his journey so far.

Heron has returned, and he's not pulling any punches. The UK-based singer-songwriter and producer's new single, Dead To It, feels like a quiet emotional gut punch wrapped in a sonic dreamscape. Known for his fiercely DIY ethos and genre-fluid artistry, Heron once again proves he doesn't need a team of producers or a shiny studio to create something that sounds both intimate and cinematic.

We spoke to Heron about his journey so far.

Some songs don’t need to raise their voice to break your heart—and Time’s a Killer by Dee Dasher does exactly that. It arrives like a whispered confession in the dead of night, the kind of track you stumble across during a bout of insomnia and end up listening to on repeat because something about it hits you right in the soul. It’s a slow burn, a ghost story wrapped in silk, and a deeply cinematic portrait of time, loss, and the emotional fallout of unreciprocated love.

We spoke to Dee about her journey so far.

Every once in a while, a song lands in your lap that feels like a time capsule, a diary entry, and a summer road trip all at once. Towse’s latest single, Stay On The Road, is exactly that—a foot-stomping, heart-thumping folk-pop gem that bursts with nostalgia, wanderlust, and a whole lot of love. If you’ve ever been in a relationship that was chaotic, spontaneous, beautifully imperfect, and somehow exactly what you needed, this song will hit home.

Welcome to Bloom County—a sonic universe crafted by Milo Bloom that’s brimming with heart, hooks, and haze. This debut album feels like opening a photo album where every picture melts into sound, soaked in nostalgia, sunlight, and the weight of growing up.

Andrea Pizzo and The Purple Mice are back at it again — and this time, they’re taking us on a 10-minute journey through the tangled relationship between humanity and technology, the cosmos, and our age-old fascination with immortality. We Are All Bots, their newest three-track concept EP, is a bite-sized space opera that somehow manages to be philosophical, theatrical, and fun — all at once.

Every few years, an artist manages to reinvent their sound without losing the essence that makes their music matter. In 2025, that artist is I Forget Myself. With the release of his eighth full-length album, A Countenance in Involution, the critically acclaimed alternative rock force delivers a sweeping, cinematic exploration of emotional complexity, identity, and the raw tension between reflection and transformation.

There’s something uniquely thrilling about watching a young artist come into their own — and at just 16 years old, Sloan Treacy is already doing that with striking emotional clarity and a confidence that feels far beyond her years. With her latest single, “The Good Part,” the emerging singer-songwriter pulls no punches as she captures the aching space between hope and heartbreak — and makes you feel every second of it.

Trashy Annie’s new single “Some Strange” is not here to make you feel cozy. It’s not a tender love song. It’s not a radio-polished, autotuned earworm. What it is, however, is a whiskey-drenched, leather-studded gut-punch of a rock anthem that smells like gasoline, heartbreak, and last night’s cigarettes — in the best way possible.