<p><span><span><span>- The smoky, gentle smoothness of Allysha Joy’s sound is deceptive, because, really, she’s relentless. Even before the pandemic locks got knocked off the doors to international travel she was rattling the cage, raring to go. She’s out there right now, not touring her last record and its attendant clutch of remixes -on which the dust has barely settled- but flinging out a new one, even as she hits the stages across the UK. She produced this one herself, by the way. No filler either, no generic crap, as she says herself: “No love songs!

<p><span><span><span>- Lots of things have surprised me about </span><em>Rotsler’s Rules</em><span>, the new record by Naarm / Melbourne band Black Cab. To begin with, while I wasn’t looking, one of my favourite little bands turned twenty-three, which doesn’t seem possible; I guess it’s their endlessly fresh-sounding retro-futurism which fooled me.