From her music to even her tweets, you really do get the idea that she will strike you cold in the same place where she will kiss the bloody wounds.

“We’re Still Here” can mean anything. It can be both the defiant scream at those who want queer people dead and gone, or it’s a sigh of resignation that they still exist in whatever transphobic country, city or state they reside.

‘FEELING BODY’ is about not only the hell of COVID but a newfound appreciation for one’s own health.

Bulli is a psychedelic pop/soul album that functions a lot like a broken attempt at a smile.

Glitter Moneyyy snarls and roars their way through a rap album that stands for women living in society’s most toxic slabs of shit and dares any patriarchal power that be to stop them.

What if sometimes, you just want to listen because of the sweet ass riffs and melodies? That isn’t a crime, right? Good. Because that is what SAMSON has in spades.

Grapefruit Radio, like Langston’s past works, is Langston employing, deconstructing, and twisting the English language and the common perception of rap and hip-hop as if it were the one kind of total freedom he could afford.

On Venus, Maya blends funk, R&B, and a bit of goth to build a world in which she is a gracious queen who could bear her teeth if she so chooses.

The new project by Simple Kid slowly trades his patchwork approach to psych-pop music for more live takes on old school psychedelia and glam rock.

My Shadow is a stylistically diverse bounce between garage rock, blues rock and pop punk.