There are songs built for headphones, songs built for clubs, and then there are songs like “Spray Tan” by Disco Shrine, which feel engineered inside a glitter cannon pointed directly at the bloodstream. If you can’t begin to imagine how that sounds, prepare for an absolutely wild ride of a song. The Los Angeles-based artist, producer, DJ, and self-fashioned underground pop instigator has delivered a track that doesn’t merely ask listeners to dance, it practically drags them onto the floor by the wrist. Prepare to move.
There’s a very special kind of chemistry in music that can’t be made up in a studio, no matter how polished the production or expensive the gear. It’s the spark that happens when two voices are truly meant to be. On “Let It Out,” Chicago outfit Attack the Sound capture that feeling with such a joy, delivering a single that feels like the equivalent of a wide smile you can hear through the speakers.
Since the first time we reviewed them, there has always been something charming about Lost on the Metro that goes beyond the music itself. Maybe it’s the fact that the band grew organically out of a marriage, with two teachers accidentally discovering they could write songs together after two decades of life experience already lived side by side. Maybe it’s the wonderfully human makeup of the group itself including educators, old friends, a former student turned bassist, even a drummer who also runs a pasta-making company.
“Signals in the Dark” by E.G. Phillips immediately feels like a time warp of a record in the absolute best way imaginable. The six song release hums with intimacy, patience, and atmosphere, unfolding slowly like you’ve been transported back in time to a smoky 60’s jazz club. It is the kind of record that invites you not to simply hear it, but to sink completely inside it. Kick back and relax, we promise you’re in for a ride!
One of the most consistently fascinating things about JJ's Music Retaliation is how unpredictable the project has become. At this point, trying to pin down a singular sound feels almost pointless. One release might drift through cosmic psychedelic textures like a transmission from a forgotten planetarium, while the next barrels through the speakers with the grime of a band playing in a sweaty garage with the amps cranked far beyond safe limits.