Cute indie pop with some nice strings from Oxford/ London. Check out here.
Electropop with some heavy disco influence. Check out here.
This is one of those tracks that wraps itself around you and gets wriggling your toes a bit. Check out here.
This is awesome. They’re a 4 piece from Iceland. Check out here.
I’m not sure how long this New Zealand rap outfit has been going for but it’s pretty special stuff. Check out here.
Radio-friendly pop with a retro vibe. And if he looks familiar that’s because he’s Michael Jackson’s nephew. Check out here.
Soul that’s rough around the edges from this British newcomer. Check out here.
I can’t describe this sound other than it’s beautiful and fragile and sad and cute. Check out here.
Sexy, well crafted pop from Denmark. Check out here.
This is one of those So-Cal tracks that makes you smile no matter what mood you’re in. Check out here.
Fun bit of pop to start the week off from New Zealand. Check out here.
Gorgeous sounds from a model turned photographer turned singer. Check out here.
Cute British indie with some RNB mixed in. Check out here.
I like this song, it’s cute. It’s got that 90’s Everything But The Girl vibe to it. But to be honest the video is close to amazing. Who would have thought a goldfish could stir any sense of emotion! Check out here.
Discovered by Plan B, this is a big, captivating soul sound. Check out here.
This is heart warmingly beautiful and simple and powerful at the same time. Check out here.
Fresh new pop. Check out here.
Sometimes the PR blurb I get in emails can get a bit over the top, but for a change I actually found the story behind this band pretty interesting. So here it is, word for word…
The White Arrows story begins with a blind boy. Singer Mickey Church was born seeing the world as an impressionistic smear. His vision was righted at age 11, but his imagination ran wild for the intervening years. Since he couldn’t make out those around him, he assumed they couldn’t see him either. He rode made-up horses and sung songs that didn’t exist. His memory of growing up in L.A. is confined to smells, sounds and swaths of fuzzy color. Mickey’s father, a student of African percussion, encouraged him and his little brother Henry to pick up instruments as kids, so they played what was around. With family back east, Mickey eventually left for NYU, and unexpectedly wound up with a degree in shamanistic ritual.
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