Some songs arrive loudly, demanding attention. Others slip in softly, curl up beside you, and stay longer than expected. “Maynard’s Song” belongs firmly in the second camp. Before the name Maya Lumen ever entered the picture, Jaqueline F. Moore was already living a full, layered life. She ran her own Marriage and Family Therapy practice, taught at her alma mater, painted otherworldly canvases, and explored yoga, reiki, meditation, and spiritual study with the same curiosity s

Raised in New England with the arts stitched into his DNA, Belle VEX has never been interested in chasing the neat, shiny version of success. His path has been messier than that. A move to California meant to open doors instead slammed into a wall, literally. What followed was a period of injury, uncertainty, and a complete loss of control that forced him to sit still and actually listen to himself. Music didn’t just show up as an outlet. It showed up as survival. Belle VEX m

There’s a certain calm confidence that comes through Amar Miller’s music. Raised between Clemson, South Carolina and Toledo, Ohio, with sonic pit stops near Chicago and Texas along the way, Miller’s sound feels lived-in and intentional. His hip-hop doesn’t rush you. It floats, sways, and settles in, built on spacey jazz textures, modern trap foundations, and a deep appreciation for atmosphere over flash. That sense of balance makes even more sense once you learn who Amar is o

Crashing in from Toronto with a calm confidence and a head full of questions, Tjmendoza  is the kind of artist who makes music for the late hours, the long drives, the quiet rooms, the moments when you finally sit with your thoughts instead of outrunning them. A rapper, producer, director, and editor all in one, he’s been building his world brick by brick since he was 14. This project feels like the moment where all those skills lock into place. What sets this album apart is

That’s the story behind Power Down, a duo that didn’t come together through algorithms or trend-chasing, but through real rooms, real people, and real creative sparks, serenading listeners through the speakers. When Dan Voss Jr. crossed paths with Aaron “Zeus” Zepeda while working alongside legendary electronic pioneer Bob Margouleff, something clicked. Not in a polite, “let’s exchange emails” way, but in that rare, unmistakable sense that says, we should make something toget

Some albums don’t arrive loudly. They don’t beg for attention or fight for a spot in your rotation. They sit quietly beside you, waiting for the right moment to unfold. Marley Chaney’s Where I Go When I Leave You  is one of those records. It feels less like a release and more like a personal space you’re invited into, somewhere between memory and becoming. Marley’s music has always lived in the in-between. Love and longing, certainty and doubt, holding on and letting go. Her

Anthony J. Resta has nothing left to prove, and that’s exactly why The Guitar Man  feels so alive. After decades spent shaping other people’s visions from behind studio glass, Resta is stepping forward with a renewed sense of wonder, chasing the feeling that made him fall in love with music in the first place. Known to many as an industry lifer and Laurel Canyon original, his fingerprints are all over modern pop culture. From crafting records with legendary artists to helping

Many artists ease into their sound over time. Mane Thompson seems to have arrived already. There’s something quietly impressive about the way Thompson carries himself, focused, grounded, and surprisingly self-assured for someone who hasn’t even started high school yet. Long before stages and spotlights, it started with a karaoke machine and a childhood obsession with Michael Jackson. The glove, the moves, the feeling of holding a mic for the first time. But while pop spectacl

Some artists pick a lane early and never look back. Others live comfortably in contradiction, thriving in the tension between worlds that aren’t supposed to touch. Blackstate belongs firmly in the second camp. For nearly twenty years, Filip Tasevski-Fitz lived and breathed the DIY hardcore and punk circuit, tearing through stages with North Macedonian punk staple The Beginnings. That chapter never really closed, but it cracked the door open to something stranger, sharper, and

Sometimes the universe closes one door just to see what you’ll do next. For Celeste Marie Wilson, that moment came at 19, when a promising children’s book deal slipped through her fingers. It stung. It rerouted everything. And it quietly pushed her toward the thing she was always meant to do. Already a published poet, Wilson turned to songwriting almost by accident, searching for another way to tell stories that felt alive. What she found was a new language. One that could br

Some songs arrive quietly. Others feel like a chapter closing and another one opening at the exact same time. Nya’s new single, “My Tears Grew Roses,”  is firmly the latter. The last time many of us checked in with Nya, she was mid-transformation, shedding old skins and learning how to stand in her own light. Since then, she’s been moving with intention, splitting time between Los Angeles and Uruguay, sharpening her voice, her pen, and her presence. What’s emerged is an artis

If you’ve ever caught yourself missing the days when funk made its way into rock songs without asking permission, Cold Engines are here to remind you that the groove never actually left. It just needed the right band to dust it off, turn it up, and give it some teeth. Hailing from Boston’s North Shore, Cold Engines are a melody-driven rock outfit with funk in their bloodstream and pop instincts baked into their DNA. Fronted by songwriter David Drouin alongside drummer Aaron Z