Chronological journey through all listening notes and reviews
The RHCP bassist spends his debut solo album on trumpet, not bass, working through jazz standards and originals with Thom Yorke, Nick Cave, and John Frusciante in the credits. 'Willow Weep for Me' is the quietest, strangest thing on it — and the one that stays.
A two-track live record built from just two long improvisations, recorded eight months after the Eaton fire displaced Jeff Parker's family. It found me the same week as Flea's Honora — where half this band was quietly sitting in the credits too.
Two nights at the 42nd Jazz em Agosto, five days apart, that couldn't have sounded more different — a French cello quartet chasing a Mexico trip, and an LA quintet chasing a groove that never quite lands. Somehow they're the same festival.
Found through the Glass Beams similar artists radio. A song about orbiting someone who has no idea of their own magnitude.
A Melbourne project that fuses Indian classical scales with 70s cosmic funk and desert psychedelia. Music that creates an angine de poitrine — a beautiful tightening of the chest.
A bedroom record made by one of the biggest guitarists on Earth, while his stadium band was selling out arenas. Going Inside anchors it, the miniatures around it hold it together — and the credits list is almost embarrassingly short.
One woman, one Roland groovebox, and a thesis: the aesthetic is the art. Framed against the 2002 electroclash explosion — Miss Kittin, Fischerspooner, Felix da Housecat — and the ways Peaches outlasted the entire scene she came in with.
A monster and a lullaby. Drukqs is a double album that contradicts itself at every turn — and at its heart, a broken upright piano and a two-minute piece that became one of electronic music's most intimate confessions.
Daniel Lopatin presenting Tranquilizer at Culturgest, Lisbon — and the bridge it builds back to the Marty Supreme soundtrack.
Rave-baroque fusion that finds the common ancestor both traditions share: mathematical precision, physical resonance, and collective altered states.
The album that caught an entire scene at its most electric — right before the world figured out how to commercialise it.
Rare Portuguese jazz with deep African roots — bamboo flute as the centre of something that barely has a name.
The Beatle who abandoned his studios to record drums in the bathroom. McCartney II is still his strangest, most prescient album — and I can't stop thinking about it.
Live at Culturgest for the new album presentation. Bruno Pernadas keeps shapeshifting.
Unconventional production, raw vulnerability, and a final act that transforms the entire album. Billie Eilish's third record caught me completely off guard.
How Rick Rubin's documentary changed my perspective on McCartney and inspired a deeper exploration.
Debut album by Brighton's all-female experimental rock band - Stereolab-influenced yet boldly unique.
Spiritual jazz masterpiece. Hindu-jazz synthesis and music as meditation.
Orchestral melancholy and emotional architecture. Lisbon memories in sound.
Genre-collage maximalism and the sound of the 90s. Beck at his most restless and experimental.
Live experimental electronic performance at Culturgest, Lisbon.