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Still in the Shadows, Still Untouchable – Duran Duran
“Shadows On Your Side” finds Duran Duran doing what they do best: turning sleek pop into high art. It’s moody, mysterious, and soaked in that unmistakable groove that made them
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Melancholy, Meet Majesty – Doves
“Spirit of Your Friend” is a slow burn wrapped in gray skies and quiet grace. The Doves never rush—they let emotion drift in like fog over an empty field. It’s
The Storm Still Bows to Her – Doro
Doro’s “Warriors of the Sea” is proof that metal’s queen doesn’t age—she hardens. This track rips like a hurricane, all grit and glory, reminding everyone why she’s still the loudest
Southern Rock Still Has Gas in the Tank
38 Special must’ve looked around, realized rock’s gotten way too polite, and decided to remind everyone how it’s supposed to sound. “So Much So Right” hits like a sunburned convertible
Still Got the Voltage
Bob Mould doesn’t just write songs—he welds them together out of noise, nerve, and nostalgia. “Cardiacs” isn’t a trip down memory lane; it’s a reminder that the man who helped
Legends in Surround Sound
Three titans, one mission. “Headphones” finds Lecrae, Killer Mike, and T.I. flexing lyrical muscle that puts most of the game on notice. It’s thoughtful, fierce, and blessed with more perspective
The Quietest Rebellion You’ll Hear All Week
Cass McCombs makes “Peace” sound like something fragile and dangerous at the same time. It drifts in like a sigh and lingers long after it ends. There’s no urgency here,
Growing Older, Not Softer
“Regret” finds Seether leaning into the dark with a steadier hand. The riffs still snarl, but the emotion behind them feels weathered—like they’ve finally made peace with the storm. It’s
Another Barstool Short Story
Craig Finn isn’t writing songs—he’s documenting souls. “Luke & Leanna” is one of those quiet heartbreaks that slips past your defenses. Every line lands like a half-remembered conversation you wish
Emo Never Died—It Just Got Smarter
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus proves time hasn’t dulled their edge. “X’s For Eyes” revives everything you loved about 2000s angst but filters it through a band that actually learned a