Ian Ureta

There’s a certain kind of silence that follows an old tape hiss. It’s the kind that feels like the room itself is holding its breath. I heard it once in a half-abandoned church where someone had left an old cassette recorder running after choir practice. The reverb, the warmth, the eerie calm; it all stuck

Brandon Mitchell’s GAMETIME is what happens when someone decides that instead of making another playlist-friendly rap project, they’ll drop a motivational playbook wrapped in boom-bap soul and unflinching honesty. It’s not just a collection of songs. It’s a PowerPoint presentation with 808s and scripture references, delivered by a guy who’s clearly done the reading and

Disaster on Neptune is what happens when someone locks themselves in a room with a synthesizer, a few unresolved emotions, and absolutely no intention of making “party music.” This is Mang’s solo debut, and it’s not here to hold your hand. Rather, it’s here to hold a mirror up to your face, dim the lights,

There’s something refreshing about hearing an album that doesn’t sound like it was built in a playlist lab. No chasing trends. No streamlined-for-Spotify formula. Just bars, beats, and a vision that doesn’t care if you’re ready for it. 37, the latest project from John D. Contradiction, isn’t trying to go viral; it’s trying to outlive

On her sophomore release Soul Reflections, Sista Soul dives deep into a personal and emotional journey, crafting a soundscape that’s as smooth as it is stirring. Blending rich elements of soul, R&B, and jazz, the album moves with rhythmic grace, weaving through themes of joy, pain, hope, and inspiration. It’s a record that doesn’t just

There’s a rare and deeply underappreciated serenity that settles in when you start a rap album and realize that it has absolutely no interest in being a TikTok trend. No trap-snare tantrums engineered for 15-second dopamine loops. No wink-wink challenges for teenagers in LED-lit bedrooms. No frantic metaphors desperately auditioning for a slot on a