Best of 2025

Favorites of 2025: Kim Ware and The Good Graces – Grand Epiphanies

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I’ll just say it: Grand Epiphanies is one of the most human records you’re going to hear in 2025, and maybe one of the few that doesn’t insult your intelligence along the way. While many releases this year seem hell-bent on either drowning themselves in studio varnish or hiding behind hipster irony, Kim Ware walks in like someone who’s survived a few things and isn’t afraid to speak plainly about the bruises. These songs don’t howl, they don’t posture—they breathe. And in an era when pop throws confetti over every emotional breakdown and calls it catharsis, Ware has the guts to sit with the silence, to let the ache settle, to make music that’s actually about feeling something and not just Instagramming the wreckage. This is a record that believes in sincerity, and for that alone, it hits like a revelation.

Deepening the craft: Why Grand Epiphanies matters

When Grand Epiphanies was released in September 2025 via Fort Lowell Records, it arrived not as a gimmick or a throwback — but as an earnest statement from a songwriter who has spent nearly two decades refining her voice. For fans of Kim Ware and The Good Graces, the EP represents both continuity and evolution. It retains the emotional honesty and Southern-tinged indie-folk roots listeners have come to expect, while embracing fuller arrangements, sharper lyrical clarity, and a maturity of perspective that only time (and living) can provide.

What emerges is a collection of songs that treat heartbreak, regret, longing, and self-doubt not as melodrama, but as shared human truths. Ware doesn’t write to shock, to boast, or to gloss over. She writes to reach — to offer a mirror to listeners, and maybe a little company in whatever dark or quiet moment they find themselves. This EP is a reminder: vulnerability doesn’t have to be pretty. It just has to be honest.

The team: musicians behind the music

Although Kim Ware remains the creative heart of The Good Graces — vocals, guitar, and songwriting — Grand Epiphanies is a collaborative effort, supported by skilled players and producers who understand how to highlight nuance rather than mask it.

On this release, producers and multi-instrumentalists Steven Fiore and Justin Faircloth play central roles, adding guitar, piano, keyboards, bass, and even backing vocals, and in doing so, help shape the record’s rich but still intimate sonic layers. Their presence builds on a long tradition within The Good Graces: throughout previous albums, different collaborators have drifted in and out of the lineup, each contributing something distinct to the band’s evolving sound. That kind of fluid membership has always been part of the project’s identity, keeping Kim Ware’s songwriting deeply personal while allowing the music itself to remain open, flexible, and continually renewed rather than fixed in a single form.

This flexible model echoes what Ware once said about the band: not as a fixed entity but as a “very talented group of friends,” coming together when inspiration, time, and circumstance allow.

In practice, this means Grand Epiphanies doesn’t feel overproduced or manufactured. Instead, it feels like friends gathered in a room, listening, playing, and creating together — a mood that invites trust and intimacy rather than distance and gloss.

Sound and style: picking up old threads, weaving new ones

Listeners familiar with earlier Good Graces albums — from Sunset Over Saxapahaw (2008) through Ready (2022) — will find much that’s familiar on Grand Epiphanies. Ware’s Southern-tinged twang, her blend of folk, country, and indie-rock sensibilities, the unhurried melodies, the earnest vocal delivery — these remain essential.

Yet this EP also feels more expansive than some earlier efforts. The production, led by Fiore and Faircloth, layers guitars, piano, subtle harmonies, and occasionally banjo or other acoustic touches to build a richer emotional landscape around Ware’s voice. Although personal taste will always shape which tracks linger the longest, several songs on Grand Epiphanies stand out for the way they crystallize what the record does best. Take the track “Old/New”: its guitar strumming and vocal lines evoke late-afternoon melancholy, but as the song unfolds, piano and backing instrumentation widen the space — giving the listener room to sink into memory, longing, and possibility. unfolds like a gentle meditation on what we leave behind and what we carry forward, its subtle layers of instrumentation creating room for genuine emotional reflection.

“Wish I Would’ve Missed You” approaches heartbreak without melodrama, turning regret and longing into something more like the experience of leafing through old photographs—quiet, tender, and unexpectedly overwhelming. And then there is “Missed the Mark,” a song that speaks directly to the insecure, the hopeful, and the uncertain, offering both an appeal for human connection and a confession of imperfection that feels disarmingly honest.

The choice to include a cover — a reimagined version of Some Guys Have All the Luck — also signals the confidence in balancing reverence and reinvention. On this EP, the cover doesn’t feel like a novelty; instead, it sits comfortably alongside Ware’s originals, transformed gently to align with the EP’s mood and tone. “Some Guys Have All the Luck” serves as a bridge between past and present, inspiration and reinterpretation. It doesn’t overshadow the original; it complements it, reminding listeners that songs evolve just as people do.

Overall, the sound of Grand Epiphanies suggests maturity without restraint, emotional depth without melodrama — the kind of record that lingers long after the final note fades.

The gift in the songs: everyday life, honest reflection, and human connection

What often sets the best singer-songwriters apart is a gift for translating ordinary moments into emotional touchstones. On Grand Epiphanies, Kim Ware exercises that gift with clarity and courage. Rather than lean on clichés — heartbreak melodrama, romantic tropes — she mines the subtler, messier terrain of real experiences: regret, nostalgia, second chances, self-doubt, hope, and quiet resilience. Many of these themes resonate universally: longing and loneliness, memory and loss, the ache of roads not taken, the fragile optimism that hums beneath everyday life.

In “Wish I Would’ve Missed You”, Ware reflects on regret and longing with a spare lyricism that strikes more powerfully than most breakup ballads. “Spent it all on grad school… every now and then a memory stops me in my tracks,” she sings — not flaunting heartbreak but confessing to being human, vulnerable, flawed.

Elsewhere — in songs like “Missed the Mark” — she turns the lens inward, wrestling with feelings of inadequacy, uncertainty, and the desperate hope to connect. “I scan the room and hope the messages I send / Somehow reach a brand new stranger, and they become a brand new friend,” she confesses, exposing the artist’s fear and longing behind performing.

The album doesn’t promise closure. It doesn’t pretend that “everything works out.” Instead, it offers companionship: a voice that says, “I feel a lot of this too.” In that way, Grand Epiphanies avoids insulting the listener’s intelligence by offering simplistic solutions. It acknowledges complexity. It honors pain. And it believes in healing — not as a fairy tale but as a slow, sometimes messy process.

How Grand Epiphanies compares to previous work

To appreciate Grand Epiphanies, it helps to see it against the backdrop of Kim Ware’s musical journey. The Good Graces began in 2006 after Ware picked up an old acoustic guitar and started composing songs rooted in Southern indie-folk traditions.

Earlier records, like Close to the Sun (2014), showed a willingness to experiment — to mix folk and country, to play with ambient touches, drum machines, and subtle electronic textures. But even then, the core remained familiar: Ware’s voice, simple guitar patterns, emotionally candid lyrics.

With Ready (2022), the songwriting felt sharper, more intentional; melodies caught between wistful longing and restless urgency. Yet Grand Epiphanies pushes further. The songs are more cohesive; the instrumentation more deliberate; the emotional stakes clearer. Listeners can trace how time, experience, and loss have deepened Ware’s perspective.

This latest EP also suggests a renewed trust in collaboration. Rather than relying solely on acoustic minimalism — the refuge of vulnerability — Ware embraces fuller arrangements. The result isn’t flashy, but it feels abundant in feeling. It’s as though she’s saying: “These aren’t just my stories alone anymore; they are ours.”

Why Grand Epiphanies feels especially relevant in 2025

We live in a time when noise is constant — in our politics, our social media, our media cycles. Simplicity and quiet reflection often feel like luxuries. In that environment, an EP like Grand Epiphanies doesn’t just matter musically; it matters morally. It represents a kind of resistance — not flashy or confrontational, but human.

Kim Ware doesn’t demand answers; she offers empathy. She doesn’t pretend life gets clean after the hard parts; she reminds us that even when scars remain, beauty can survive. For listeners who feel worn down, uncertain, or haunted by memory, these songs can be small lamps in a dark room. For those simply seeking honest songwriting in a sea of glossy distractions, the EP offers relief.

Moreover, the collaborative, evolving model of The Good Graces — weaving friends, producers, rotating musicians into a living tapestry — speaks to music as community, not commodity. In an age of streaming algorithms and viral hits, that matters.

A few honest limitations — and why they don’t hurt the EP’s purpose

As with any release built around vulnerability and introspection, Grand Epiphanies may not cater to all tastes. Listeners expecting polished pop hooks, glossy production, and immediate gratification might find its pacing too slow, its mood too muted. The EP’s strength lies precisely in its restraint — in accepting that some feelings don’t come wrapped up neat and loud.

And with only five tracks, Grand Epiphanies can feel more like a snapshot than a full portrait. Themes are introduced, emotional arcs hinted at, but not always resolved. The sense is less of closure and more of continuation. Which, in many ways, may be the point: life rarely offers tidy endings.

Still — if you’re open to being held in uncertainty for a little while; if you’re willing to sit with a guitar, a voice, and a few gentle chords — the EP offers something rare: a place to breathe.

Kim Ware and The Good Graces — still speaking, still feeling

In a musical climate often dominated by spectacle, loudness, and overstated sentiment, Grand Epiphanies stands out not because it demands attention, but because it deserves it. Kim Ware’s songwriting remains a gift: honest, gentle, unguarded, but never cloying or insincere. Backed by The Good Graces, she continues to prove that folk and indie rock can still speak to our messy, uncertain lives with clarity and heart.

For longtime listeners, the EP will feel like a meaningful evolution — a band maturing, growing more confident, more open to collaboration. For those just discovering Ware, it offers a doorway into a catalogue full of stories that don’t hide behind cliches or affectation. And for anyone longing for music that reflects rather than distracts, that comforts rather than commodifies — Grand Epiphanies is a small, glowing jewel.

In 2025, when the world often seems determined to overwhelm us with noise, Kim Ware and The Good Graces invite us to slow down, listen, and remember: we are not alone. We are human. We are trying. And maybe — just maybe — that’s enough.

Favorites of 2025: Bruce Springsteen – Nebraska 82 Expanded Edition

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Look, Nebraska was already perfect in that cold-coffee, blackout-3-a.m. way that records sometimes accidentally are—Springsteen mumbling ghosts into a four-track like he’s afraid the neighbors might hear him unraveling. You don’t “improve” a hallucination. But here comes Nebraska ’82 with its alternate visions, its rust-belt apparitions, and suddenly you realize perfection isn’t the point anyway. What we’re getting now is the messy archaeology of a masterpiece—the dirt under its fingernails, the tape hiss, the roads not taken. It doesn’t dethrone the original bedroom-confessional monolith; it stands off to the side like a cracked mirror held up to the same bleak American sky. And damn if that mirror doesn’t show something worth staring into all over again.

Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition arrives at the right time

With the 2025 release of Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition, Springsteen and his team have delivered the most comprehensive, honest, and vivid portrait of one of the most haunted, intimate, and influential albums in rock history. The box set includes a newly remastered version of Nebraska as originally released, previously unheard demo outtakes, the long-rumored “Electric Nebraska” sessions with the full band, and a newly recorded live performance filmed in 2025.

For newcomers and longtime fans alike, this release offers both context and extension: context for how Nebraska came to be — from home demos on a TASCAM to a full LP — and extension in the form of alternate takes, jukebox-ready electric arrangements, and reflections of the songs through decades of memory.

It’s not just nostalgia or archival shelf-cleaning. What emerges is an album whose darkness, subtlety, and emotional power remain urgent. Nebraska ’82 still speaks — perhaps even more clearly now — to lives marked by uncertainty, longing, and resilience.

The original Nebraska — stark, personal, unforgettable

When Springsteen recorded Nebraska in late 1981 and early 1982, he did so not with a studio full of musicians but with a four-track recorder in his bedroom, an acoustic guitar, and a stark vision. The result was an album unlike anything else in his catalogue: bleak, intimate, confessional, but not confessional in a self-pitying sense. These were songs born from solitude, from the rawness of fear, regret, despair — made real by economy of arrangement.

Tracks like “Atlantic City,” “Johnny 99,” “State Trooper,” and “My Father’s House” traversed the margins of the American dream: economic hardship, moral desperation, violence, yearning for redemption. The spare instrumentation — sometimes only a guitar and a voice — made every lyric, every tremor of the vocal, every pause between notes count. The result is widely considered one of the great solo records in rock.

Decades later, Nebraska remains the gold standard for how quiet, low-fi recordings can deliver emotional immediacy. For many, it’s not just an album — it’s a private confessional, seen through the lens of loneliness and lost dreams.

What the Expanded Edition adds — and why it matters

Remastering with care

First, the 2025 remaster brings Nebraska into sharper focus without erasing its haunted intimacy. In a landscape where remasters often polish away character, this one preserves the album’s texture — the creaks, the echoes, the warmth of an acoustic guitar reverberating in a home studio — while improving clarity and depth. Critics who’ve heard the new edition note that the remastering reveals subtle layers previously buried: the quiet background of a mandolin here, the soft echo in the final chords there, the breath before a harsh lyric.

In short: the remastered Nebraska doesn’t feel like a revived relic — it feels alive again.

Solo outtakes and previously unreleased songs

The set’s first discs unearth acoustic outtakes and songs from the original 1982 sessions that didn’t make the album: Child Bride, The Losin’ Kind, Gun in Every Home, and On the Prowl — material fans have traded as bootlegs for decades or assumed lost forever.

Hearing them in official, high-quality form is revelatory. Tracks like “Gun in Every Home” offer a nightmarish portrait of domestic collapse and despair; “On the Prowl” pulses with a restless, searching energy that resonates with the rest of the album’s themes. Even though these songs were originally omitted, they expand the emotional terrain of Nebraska — reminding listeners that the darkness had multiple facets and that the record’s focus was always selective, not total.

Electric Nebraska — the “what might have been”

Perhaps the most dramatic and controversial addition is the long-rumored “Electric Nebraska” sessions. In April 1982, shortly after finishing the solo demos, Springsteen brought several members of the E Street Band into the studio (including Max Weinberg and Garry Tallent) and attempted full-band recordings of several Nebraska songs. In 2025, those sessions have finally emerged publicly — the first time many had heard them.

The results provoke awe — and ambivalence. On one hand, songs like electric versions of Atlantic City or Johnny 99 have a muscular, rock-ready energy. A demo of Born in the U.S.A. — originally written in the same era — appears in trio form (Springsteen, Weinberg, Tallent), described as “punk rockabilly.”  It is electrifying, raw, and historically fascinating.

On the other hand — and critics largely agree — turning Nebraska into a full-band rock record would have gutted much of its power. The original’s bleak intimacy, its ghost-town loneliness, its moral urgency — all flowed from isolation and austerity. As Uncut’s review put it: “Electric Nebraska might have produced a competent rock album, but it wouldn’t have been Nebraska.”

The electric versions often feel like exercises — intriguing, occasionally thrilling, but never quite as honest. The contrast only strengthens the myth of the original: a man alone with a guitar, bearing witness to the American underbelly.

A 2025 live performance: memory as lens

Rounding out the set is a newly filmed live performance — Springsteen playing the full Nebraska album in order, at the Count Basie Theatre, Red Bank, New Jersey. Accompanied subtly by veteran musicians such as Larry Campbell and Charlie Giordano, the performance is respectful rather than grandiose, earnest rather than nostalgic. In a press statement, Springsteen remarked on the experience: hearing the songs again, he was struck by their “weight” — their capacity to move, even after decades.

The filmed concert is not a re-creation but a meditation. Compared with the original 1982 recordings, the live versions reflect the distance of time — a deeper voice, more lived-in phrasing — but they carry the songs’ sorrow, hope, and grit into a present that, for many listeners, remains uncertain.

What Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition reveals about Nebraska’s enduring power

Listening to the full box set is, in a way, a masterclass in artistic decision — what to keep, what to discard, what to preserve, what to experiment with.

The original Nebraska stands undiminished. If anything, the contrast with the electric takes and outtakes sharpens what made it special. The sparseness, the solitude, the haunted tonal space — all reveal that Springsteen’s choice to release demos instead of studio recordings was not a compromise but a commitment to emotional truth. As one critic writes, the set underscores that “even when testing out the material with his most intuitive collaborators … the definitive version of Nebraska remains the one he captured on tape… tracking solo demos.”

Yet the collection is not purely about preservation — it expands the artist’s vision. The outtakes and electric versions show songs as living things: malleable, re-interpretive, incomplete. They reflect a period of creative restlessness, of questioning whether Americana songs needed to be acoustic, dark, personal, or if they could rock, rage, and roar.

For fans and historians, Nebraska ’82 offers context. For new listeners, it might serve as the entry point. For all, it’s a reminder that rock — stripped-down or electric — can still carry the weight of real human stories.

A few tensions and enduring questions

The Expanded Edition is not without controversy. Some reviewers warn against over-romanticizing the demos and dismissing the electric takes outright. As one Guardian column argues, if listeners imagine full-scale E Street–style treatments, they’ll likely be disappointed: the electric tracks “take the edge off, neutralising their impact.”

Others worry that the outtakes and alternate versions — while fascinating — might dilute the mythic purity of Nebraska. After all, part of the record’s power lies in its restraint. The expanded set invites comparisons, second-guessing, and reconsideration that can feel like peeling away a protective layer.

But perhaps that is precisely the point: art is not a mausoleum. Revisiting is not desecration — it is re-examination. And Nebraska ’82 gives listeners the tools to understand not just what the album was, but what it might have been, and what it still can be.

Why this edition matters — now so many years later

2025 is not 1982. The world Springsteen sang about — poverty, despair, moral compromise, broken dreams — has changed in many ways, yet in others remains startlingly similar. Economic instability, social dislocation, disillusionment with institutions — many of the conditions that haunted Nebraska then still haunt us now.

In that sense, Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition arrives not as nostalgia, but as relevance. The spare melodies, the tales of desperation and longing, the fractures in the American dream — they resonate with renewed urgency. And by revisiting them alongside alternate takes and newer interpretations, listeners are invited to reflect not just on the past, but on how songs age, shift, and heal.

For younger listeners who might only know Springsteen from his arena-rock anthems or later work, this box set offers a different face of “the Boss” — quieter, darker, more human.

For longtime fans, it’s a gift: a chance to listen again, to compare, to reconsider.

A masterpiece re-examined — and still alive

Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition does more than archive a landmark record. It reopens its doors, pulls back the curtain, and lets us hear not just the final songs, but the echoes, the experiments, the what-ifs, and the near-misses.

In doing so, it reaffirms what made Nebraska a classic: the courage to strip away everything but voice and guitar, to trust silence, to speak plainly about fear, regret, and survival. But it also acknowledges that songs are not static. They breathe, shift, and can be reborn.

Whether you come for the electric sessions, the unheard demos, the 2025 live film — or simply to hear Nebraska again — the result is the same: you feel the weight of its stories, the depth of its sorrow, the faint but persistent light of hope.

Forty-three years after it was first recorded in a bedroom in Colts Neck, Nebraska still matters. Nebraska ’82: Expanded Edition proves that not just as history, but as living, breathing music.

Favorites of 2025: The Kyle Sowashes – Start Making Sense

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We could have easily titled this column ‘Making Sense of It All: The Kyle Sowashes and the Enduring Power of Indie Rock Honesty,’ because the band’s new record not only showcases their musical growth but also highlights how their plainspoken sincerity continues to resonate in a genre often crowded with irony and affectation.

Independent rock has long thrived on the margins—small rooms, frayed gear, and bands that carve out meaning from the ordinary. Few groups embody this spirit as honestly and as energetically as The Kyle Sowashes, the long-running Columbus, Ohio outfit centered around singer, guitarist, and songwriter Kyle Sowash. Their terrific new record, Start Making Sense, feels both like a culmination of years of steady work and a refreshed sense of purpose. It is an album that sounds lived-in yet ambitious, familiar yet surprisingly expansive.

Like so many of their releases, it is driven by a collaborative band spirit, anchored by Sowash’s unmistakable songwriting voice. But on Start Making Sense, the musicians around him play an especially notable role. This is not merely a collection of songs written by a single songwriter—it is a group effort in the best sense, marked by thoughtful arrangements, spirited performances, and a chemistry that can only develop after years of making music together. The result is a record that feels warm, wry, cathartic, and deeply human.

A Band Made of People, Not Parts

The Kyle Sowashes have always been a band that foregrounds musicianship over mythology. No one is placed on a pedestal; every member shapes the sound. On Start Making Sense, the interplay among the musicians is central to what makes the record feel so alive.

At the center, of course, is Kyle Sowash, the principal songwriter, guitarist, and narrator of the band’s emotional landscape. His style has always blended self-deprecation with sincerity, humor with frustration, resignation with hope. He writes songs the way people talk when they’ve stopped trying to impress anyone. That honesty, paired with a gift for sticky melodies and driving chord progressions, continues to anchor the band.

But the supporting cast expands and elevates the material. The rhythm section, always a strength for the group, is especially tight on this release. The basslines give songs bounce and propulsion, while the drumming adds both momentum and nuance—capable of big-room punch but also subtle shifts in tone that mirror Sowash’s lyrical turns. Together they give the album its shape: urgent when needed, contemplative when the songs pull inward.

The guitar arrangements, too, show a band deeply comfortable playing with space. There are moments of noisy celebration, fuzzed-out riffs, and guitar lines that nod to 90s indie rock and power pop without ever feeling derivative. But there is also restraint when the songs call for it—arpeggiated lines, single-note phrases, and open-chord patterns that accent Sowash’s vocal pacing. The band understands when to push and when to stay out of the way, and that mutual sensitivity is one of the record’s quiet triumphs.

All of this makes Start Making Sense feel less like a front-person project and more like a snapshot of a genuine musical community. The band members are collaborators—not session players—and the record reflects that shared vision.

Sound: An Indie Rock Dial Tuned Just Right

The defining pleasure of listening to The Kyle Sowashes is the feeling that the band knows exactly who they are and that they approach their sound not as a limitation but as an expressive engine. Start Making Sense follows this tradition, delivering songs that are rooted in classic indie rock but refreshed through craft, energy, and emotional clarity.

The album’s guitar-forward sound recalls the big-hearted crunch of bands like Superchunk, The Weakerthans, early Guided by Voices, and 90s midwestern basement rock. But The Kyle Sowashes are not imitators. Their tone is warmer, their pacing more deliberate, their hooks more conversational. They capture what it feels like to be a functional adult who still carries adolescent anxieties; what it feels like to want to grow but not always know how.

The production strikes a careful balance. It is clean enough to reveal the band’s tight musicianship but raw enough to preserve the lived-in charm that defines their identity. The vocals are present but never over-polished; the guitars are textured but not overly layered; the drums have a live-room feel that makes even the more introspective songs sound communal.

This approach is particularly effective because Sowash’s songwriting thrives on immediacy. These songs feel like they were meant to be played in small rooms full of people who understand what it’s like to try, fail, and try again. The sonic palette—guitars that jangle and buzz, drums that sprint and shuffle, bass that grounds and guides—mirrors the emotional palette of the songs themselves.

What the Lyrics Reveal: Vulnerability Without Pretension

What has always separated Kyle Sowash from many of his indie rock peers is his ability to write lyrics that feel like real conversations. He avoids metaphors that spin out into abstraction and instead leans on the everyday: the tension between optimism and exhaustion, the mundane rhythms of adulthood, the stubborn persistence of doubt.

On Start Making Sense, the lyrics feel particularly pointed. There is a thematic thread running through the record about wanting to take stock of one’s life, wanting to be better (or at least different), but also feeling the tug of old habits or long-held insecurities. This tension animates the album emotionally.

Sowash wrestles with questions familiar to anyone who has lived long enough to feel the weight of their own decisions:

  • Am I becoming the person I hoped to be?
  • Am I letting people down without realizing it?
  • Is it too late to make meaningful changes?
  • Why does clarity arrive when I am least prepared for it?

And yet, the writing never lapses into self-pity. Sowash has a rare talent for pairing difficult emotions with flashes of humor or casual understatement. His delivery—half earnest, half exasperated—adds to this effect. Even in the most introspective moments, he trusts his audience. He doesn’t sermonize or hide behind dense metaphor. He simply tells the truth as he sees it.

The Album as a Whole: Why Start Making Sense Works

The strength of the record lies not just in its individual songs but in its overall narrative arc. Start Making Sense feels like a journey, not in a conceptual or theatrical sense, but in the emotional progression from beginning to end.

The early tracks tend to have a forward-thrusting, energetic urgency—songs filled with questions, doubts, and attempts to find clarity. As the album unfolds, the pacing shifts: there are moments of introspection, acceptance, humor, resignation, and renewed commitment.

By the final songs, the album arrives somewhere quieter and more grounded. The narrator has not solved everything—far from it—but there is a sense of movement, of incremental progress. And that sense is arguably more meaningful than any dramatic revelation would be.

This emotional pacing mirrors the band’s musical pacing. The guitars pull back when the lyrics sink deeper; the rhythm section tightens when the narrator feels unsettled; the arrangements widen when Sowash leans into hopeful refrains. The band listens to the songs, and the songs reward that attention.

Why They Matter Now

There is something profoundly refreshing about hearing a band like The Kyle Sowashes release a record like Start Making Sense in 2025. In a music culture where so many albums are shaped by algorithms, trends, or online personas, this record feels defiantly human. It is made by musicians who value craft, community, and honesty over spectacle.

Moreover, the themes of Start Making Sense—struggle, ambivalence, small victories, persistent hope—resonate in a cultural moment marked by fatigue and uncertainty. Many listeners will hear echoes of their own lives in the record: the feeling of trying to recalibrate when everything seems slightly off; the desire to “start making sense” of things that once felt straightforward.

The album does not promise transformation or transcendence. Instead, it offers companionship—a reminder that confusion and self-questioning are universal, and that music can help make sense of things even when life does not.

A Career Highlight and a Quiet Triumph

Start Making Sense stands as one of The Kyle Sowashes’ most affecting and best-crafted albums. It blends the energy of earlier records with a deeper emotional palette; it shows a band confident in its identity yet open to growth. The musicianship is sharp, the lyrics are resonant, and the sound manages to be both comfortingly familiar and subtly evolved.

It is not merely a strong indie rock record—it is a document of adulthood, of persistence, of reassessment, of trying again. In its modesty, it finds profundity; in its humor, it finds catharsis; in its unvarnished honesty, it finds connection. For longtime fans, Start Making Sense will feel like a natural and satisfying next chapter. For new listeners, it offers a compelling introduction to a band that has quietly built one of the most sincere bodies of work in Midwestern indie rock. And for everyone, it offers something increasingly rare: a rock album that makes you feel less alone.

Favorites of 2025: Sadbox – Everything’s A Shame

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Sadbox and Everything’s A Shame

In a musical landscape flooded with glossy production and instant-stream forgettability, Everything’s A Shame stands out — not because it tries to conform, but because it embraces messy humanity: raw ideas, family schedules, basement rehearsals, and songs born from everyday chaos. The EP from Dayton-based rock band Sadbox (released October 3, 2025) feels intimately local while resonating with universal truths.

For a band balancing real-life demands — kids, careers, responsibilities — Sadbox delivers a sound that is energetic, quirky, honest, and sometimes unsettling. The result is a three-song burst of “technical weirdo rock,” as some have called it — music that doesn’t aim for radio-friendly formulas or uniform polish but seeks genuine expression, emotional depth, and a touch of controlled chaos.

In what follows, I examine who these musicians are, how the EP was created, what their sound and lyrics reveal, and why Everything’s A Shame feels like a small but significant critique of the sanitized norms of mainstream rock.

Who’s making the noise — the people behind Sadbox

Sadbox isn’t a typical rock band that churns out songs just for fame. It’s a group of musicians grounded in everyday life, each with responsibilities beyond music. Sadbox is led by guitarist and lead singer Paul Levy, whose dual role as a surgeon brings a unique mix of precision and spontaneity to the band’s sound. He’s joined by Eli Alban on guitar, who also plays in The 1984 Draft and adds extra tonal nuance and energy to the group. Ryan Goudy provides the band’s steady, melodic bass foundation, while Ray Owens propels the songs with his dynamic, intuitive drumming. Completing the lineup for this release is Rachele Alban, whose vocals and keyboard work expand Sadbox’s sonic palette and deepen the emotional texture of the record.

The record — recorded, mixed, and mastered by local engineer/producer Fred Vahldiek known as Fredzo at Fredzoz Studio (one of our favorite records from The 1984 Draft, Best Friends Forever was recorded there) — is simple, direct, and straightforward. As drummer Ray Owens mentioned in an interview, balancing family life (with a collective total of 13 kids in the band) means music sometimes has to be as spontaneous and immediate as a family dinner: “the practice forum is similar to a live show.” That constraint — rather than hurting the music — seems to sharpen it, giving the band’s sound a rough clarity and urgency that polished over-production often hides.

Sound and style: “technical weirdo rock” with heart and edge

Sadbox’s music has been described as “alternapop / college-rock-style,” but Everything’s A Shame doesn’t fit neatly into any single category. Instead, it combines elements of grunge, rock, and weird-pop, with occasional narrative or character-driven lyrics that evoke theatrical rock or even prog-lite experiments.

The opening track — “Dust” — leans into ’90s grunge style. Over-amped vocals, gritty guitar sounds, and a tight rhythm section evoke the emotional chaos and existential worry of that time. The feeling of movement — a car speeding down a lonely road, a restless mind at midnight — stands out. That tension fits especially well with the lead singer’s dual identity: the precision of his professional life contrasted with the rough edges of his artistic side.

The second track, “All Rhymes for Scoop,” initially seems like a playful word game, but that expectation is overturned. Instead of listing rhymes for “scoop,” the song acts as a critique — perhaps — of shallow social media echo chambers. Lyrics and rhythms clash unpredictably, reflecting discomfort, discontent, and disillusionment. The syncopated beat combined with semi-nonsensical lyrical stutters mirrors the noise and overload of the digital age. The song reminds us of a previous outting, Mish Mash, from their 2021 record Future Copy.

The final song, “New Low,” slows things down. Clean arpeggiated guitar, minimal percussion, and dual vocals (Paul and Rachele) frame a sad, spare story: one of abandonment, loss, and longing. The song — reportedly inspired by the band finding a stray cat after a tenant move-out — becomes a narrative of innocence left behind, waiting in vain. Its emotional weight comes not from grand gestures but from quiet detail: the missing water dish, the empty stoop, the echo of loss.

Taken together, the three songs create a mini-arc: from restless escape, to social critique, to quiet grief and regret. The textures shift, the pacing varies, but the emotional flow — vulnerability, discomfort, longing — stays consistent.

Lyrics and themes: shame, impermanence, and the small cruelties of modern life

The title Everything’s A Shame seems both faintly sarcastic and deeply earnest. The songs reflect that duality — loss feels tragic, but also mundane; social collapse feels absurd, but also real; emotional weight is often disguised under everyday details.

As Paul Levy put it in an interview: “I am the consequence of the road I travel.” That line — repeated in “Dust” — connects personal history, existential weight, and the unpredictability of life. It frames identity not as a fixed point, but as something shaped by context, time, memory, and chance.

In “All Rhymes for Scoop,” the band critiques the vacuity of online life — the “argument platform,” the endless scroll, the performance of discourse without depth. Using lyrical non sequiturs and abrupt rhythmic shifts, Sadbox turns the song into a kind of musical protest against emptiness disguised as connection.

Then “New Low” returns to personal — and small — narratives: the lonely cat, the abandoned stoop, the emptiness left behind. It’s a portrait not of a sweeping life crisis, but of countless smaller traumas: displacement, abandonment, neglect. The catastrophic becomes quiet, ordinary, and all the more haunting for that.

These are not songs about grand despair or romantic heartbreak. They’re about surviving — surviving social collapse, familial pressure, shifting identity, emotional stasis. There’s shame in defeat, longing in loss, but also a stubborn, human need to speak, to express, to hold on.

The making of the EP: collaboration, constraints, and creative honesty

Given their busy lives — kids, jobs, daily responsibilities — the fact that Sadbox managed to write, rehearse, record, and release Everything’s A Shame is a testament to their dedication. In a  radio interview, drummer Ray Owens explained how the band’s workflow had evolved: what used to be chaotic, slow jams now flow with precision; what once needed prompts and cues now occurs with a glance or shared rhythm. That improved chemistry is evident on the record.

Recording, mixing, and mastering were done by Fredzo at Fredzoz Studio — and the production shows an honesty-over-polish vibe. The guitars bite, the vocals crack, and the drums thud. Space is intentional: silence between notes, breaths between lyrics. Nothing feels overdone; everything feels essential.

That rawness—balanced with musical discipline—gives the EP its power. It’s not perfect, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s lived-in, human, sometimes ragged, and in its raggedness lies its truth.

What Everything’s A Shame achieves — and what it leaves unresolved

One of the EP’s main strengths is its coherence. Despite the sonic and lyrical variety (grunge-inspired rock, indie quirks, quiet ballads), the three tracks feel connected — through mood, theme, and emotional honesty. That sense of unity makes the EP seem like more than a random collection: it feels like a snapshot, a statement, a short film in three acts.

It also demonstrates what a band rooted in real life can achieve when they are committed: even with family obligations and limited time, Sadbox shows that artistic ambition and emotional honesty don’t require big budgets or months in the studio. Sometimes all it takes is clarity, teamwork, and the desire to record what you feel.

However, the EP also leaves space for growth. With just three tracks, listeners might want more — more depth, more storytelling, more time to pause. The ideas hinted at in “Dust,” “All Rhymes for Scoop,” and “New Low” seem like the start of something bigger. There’s a feeling of beginning, not ending.

Furthermore, the looseness that gives Sadbox its charm can also come across as unpolished, even rough around the edges. Listeners expecting tight arrangements or radio-ready vocals might find some of the vocal delivery off-kilter, the rhythms unsettled, and the mood dark. However, for others—those looking for realism, emotional depth, and spontaneous honesty—that roughness is part of the album’s appeal.

Why this EP matters — for the band, for Dayton, for listeners who crave honesty

For Sadbox, Everything’s A Shame reaffirms their commitment: they are serious about music despite life’s demands. Their willingness to embrace their circumstances — family, time constraints, the need for immediacy — doesn’t weaken their art; it enhances it. Their music is more about authenticity than perfection.

For their hometown of Dayton and the broader Ohio music scene, the EP is a tribute to the energy of independent music: small bands, DIY studios, local stages, real lives. It’s a reminder that creativity doesn’t wait for perfect conditions — sometimes it comes from necessity, urgency, and the quiet desperation of juggling everything we care about.

For listeners outside that scene, Everything’s A Shame offers a rare kind of intimacy. It doesn’t pretend to solve problems. It doesn’t promise catharsis or closure. It offers fragments: a line about regret, a wobbly chord, a story about a lost cat, a sigh in the vocal mic. And sometimes fragments are enough — enough to make you pause, reflect, and feel a little less alone.

Everything’s A Shame — a small record with big heart

In 2025, when music often feels disposable — a background for playlists, streams, and fleeting attention — Sadbox’s Everything’s A Shame acts as a quiet form of resistance: a plea to listen, to feel, to inhabit sound rather than glide past it. It’s unpolished. It doesn’t seek easy consumption. It requests patience, presence, and empathy.

Paul Levy, Eli Alban, Ryan Goudy, Ray Owens, Rachele Alban — they’re not rock stars living for tours or hits. They’re humans with lives, demands, imperfections. And yet they created something lovingly imperfect, collaborative, and genuine. That spirit — of DIY honesty, embracing constraints, and channeling everyday life into art — is as rare as it is essential.

Everything’s A Shame might be small — only three songs. But within those songs lie questions, longing, critique, grief, and hope. It doesn’t aim to cover the entire world. It seeks to share a piece of it. And sometimes, a piece is all we need.

Favorites of 2025: Third of Never – Damage The Pearl

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Third of Never and Damage the Pearl matters

In a year filled with shiny indie-rock releases, Damage the Pearl — the latest from Third of Never — stands out not just as a strong album but as a daring creative leap. It presents itself as an “Original Soundtrack,” blending rock, psychedelia, cinematic touches, and lyrical reflection into a unified whole. Instead of chasing hits, Third of Never offers a record that feels like a story, a mood, and an emotional piece all in one.

What follows in this favorite of 2025 consideration is an exploration of the key musicians behind the record, their roles, contributions, and chemistry, followed by a detailed analysis of the album’s sound, themes, and emotional impact. I argue that Damage the Pearl is not only one of the most compelling independent albums of 2025 but also a statement about what rock music can still be: inventive, collaborative, and emotionally powerful.

The musicians behind the music

At the heart of Third of Never is founder and guitarist/songwriter Jon Dawson, but Damage the Pearl also benefits from contributions by longtime collaborators and special guests.

Doug MacMillan — best known for his work with The Connells — handles lead vocals on the album. His voice offers a familiar yet fresh focus: a tone that blends vulnerability, grit, and a touch of wistful depth, perfect for the record’s haunting atmosphere. Jode Haskins plays bass (credited as “lead bass” on tracks like “Grab the Ground”), anchoring the record with a strong low-end that supports both the rockier and more psychedelic passages. Charles Cleaver contributes keyboard and possibly synth textures, giving some songs a layered, atmospheric dimension that broadens the sonic palette beyond straightforward rock. Brandon Ruth — on drums — drives the record’s rhythmic backbone, moving skillfully between finesse and force as the song’s mood calls for.

Beyond the core lineup, Damage the Pearl benefits from notable guest contributions: legendary keyboardist John “Rabbit” Bundrick (of The Who fame) and Steve Kilbey (of The Church), among others. Their input adds depth, history, and sonic color — reminding listeners that this is not a lo-fi one-man bedroom project but a fully realized band effort.

Together, they craft something alive — a vibrant collaboration of musicians, textures, and sensibilities.

A cinematic, psychedelic journey

Listening to Damage the Pearl feels less like playing an album and more like exploring a film’s soundtrack you haven’t seen yet. From the first moments, you’re pulled into a world of shifting moods: garage sparks, dreamy psychedelia, cinematic sweeps, and rock-driven hooks.

The lead single and our favorite track, “Grab the Ground,” sets the tone. Its shimmering guitars and steady groove evoke movement—literally and metaphorically—like a car speeding down a deserted highway under neon lights. This sense of motion aligns with the album’s larger goal: it is both a static work and a journey.

Other tracks lean toward subtle psychedelia or atmospheric rock: through keyboards, ambient touches, echoed vocals — layering mood over melody, feeling over immediacy. The guest contributions from Bundrick and Kilbey are especially effective here, broadening the band’s sonic identity beyond traditional rock tropes.

Even when the songs are more conventional rock-based (“groove + guitar + bass + drums + vocals”), the production gives them weight and space. The album rarely feels over-produced; Instead, it balances rawness and polish — capturing a tension between vulnerability and strength. As one review puts it: it “adds the right level of balance between instrumentation and vocals, so the full emotional effect of each song hits.”

What emerges is an album that’s both immediate and expansive — perfect for late-night introspection or full-volume road-trip listening.

Vulnerability and Resilience: Lyrics and emotional weight

One of the most powerful and compelling aspects of Damage the Pearl is how its lyrical themes, often focused on vulnerability, survival, identity, and inner conflict, intersect with the music’s cinematic and psychedelic character. The title track, Damage the Pearl, provides a sort of thematic statement for the record: the repeated line “What strikes the oyster doesn’t damage the pearl” suggests a reflection on resilience—inner fragility protected by layers of shell, with inner worth enduring outside shocks.

Lyrics like “remain cheerful despite your painful brain” suggest mental struggles, emotional effort, and the difficulty of staying light amid weight.

But there’s more here than just grief or melancholy. There is defiance, survival, and even hope. In relation to the sound—shifting from gritty to dreamy, rock to ambient—the album feels like an honest struggle with inner turmoil and external pressures. It doesn’t offer easy answers or neat closure. Instead, it welcomes listeners into a space of acknowledgment: “Yes, I feel what you feel,” it seems to say.

In interviews, the band confirms that Damage the Pearl was designed not just as an album but as a soundtrack to a film — a visual story that enhances its thematic goals. According to founder Jon Dawson, the cinematic concepts emerged late in the recording process, after the lines and moods had come together into something narratively suggestive.

This framing as “Original Soundtrack” shifts how you listen — every song becomes a scene, each mood a frame, and every lyric a line of dialogue in a larger story. And that story? It feels less like a tidy arc and more like a winding road trip through memory, loss, hope, and survival.

What Damage the Pearl does well, and where it leaves space

One of the album’s biggest strengths is its cohesion. Despite featuring multiple collaborators and a variety of sonic textures — from rock to psychedelia to ambient keys — the record feels unified. This is partly thanks to careful production and mixing, where every instrument, including vocals, occupies its own space, but also due to a consistent emotional and narrative tone. The listener isn’t jarred by sudden tonal shifts; instead, there’s a smooth flow and a clear internal logic — like a movie soundtrack that understands its scenes.

Moreover, the choice to present the album as a soundtrack is more than just stylistic; it enhances the listening experience. It sparks the imagination. It requires attention. It allows the listener to feel, reflect, and maybe even project their own stories onto the music.

At the same time, Damage the Pearl isn’t perfect — and that’s part of its honesty. It doesn’t always resolve its tensions. Some songs end softly, others fade into ambiguity. The “story” the album suggests is fragmented, impressionistic; you might find yourself with more questions than answers by the end. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe some emotional truths resist tidy closure.

There are moments when the cinematic ambition borders on grandiosity, where the mood threatens to overpower the song’s structure. But often, the balance — of texture, mood, simplicity, and complexity — pulls things back just in time.

Why Damage the Pearl matters — for Third of Never, for independent music, for listeners

For Third of Never, this album feels like a redefinition. No longer just a rock band producing standard records — they’ve expanded into a multimedia vision: soundtrack + album + film + narrative. It’s risky, ambitious, and yet grounded. It shows that the band is not moving backward into nostalgia or convention, but pushing forward into new possibilities.

For independent music in 2025 — when much of it feels packaged, algorithm-driven, and commercially safe — Damage the Pearl serves as a reminder that records can still be daring, mysterious, and emotionally intense. It demands something from the listener: patience, openness, and imagination. In return, it offers a lot: suspense, beauty, catharsis, resonance.

For listeners—especially those drawn to emotional honesty, moody textures, and music that feels alive rather than polished—this album is a gift. It doesn’t flinch from pain or uncertainty. It doesn’t offer easy answers. It provides space for reflection, for memory, for human complexity.

A soundtrack for the unsettled, a refuge for the introspective

In a musical landscape filled with albums that often feel like products — short, polished, predictable — Damage the Pearl feels like true art. It is chaotic, cinematic, full of emotion, and deeply human. It demonstrates what can happen when a band refuses to stick to a formula, when musicians collaborate across generations and genres (rock, psychedelia, cinematic ambition), and when they allow vulnerability and imagination to lead the work.

Third of Never and their individual collaborators — Jon Dawson, Doug MacMillan, Jode Haskins, Charles Cleaver, Brandon Ruth, John “Rabbit” Bundrick, Steve Kilbey — have created something that feels timeless, genre-blending, and fiercely genuine. This is not background music. It demands attention. It rewards patience.

If you haven’t heard Damage the Pearl yet — or if you’ve only listened once on shuffle, consider this a gentle nudge: put on headphones, turn down the lights, maybe grab a drink or nothing at all, and let the record wash over you. Maybe you’ll discover something in it you didn’t know you needed: a soundtrack for uncertainty, a companion for sleepless nights, or a mirror for unspoken feelings.

In a noisy world, Damage the Pearl is a subtle rebellion — an invitation to feel. And it’s one of the most worthwhile albums of 2025 so far.

Favorites of 2025: Tamar Berk – ‘ocd’

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Why Tamar Berk deserves your attention

Tamar Berk is one of those rare musical talents who not only pour raw emotion into her songs but also writes, records, and produces them herself — forging a sound world that’s intensely personal, lo-fi‑grounded, and vivid. On her new 2025 album ocd, she delivers what many consider her most ambitious and emotionally immersive work yet: a reverb-soaked journey into looping thoughts, obsessions, and the restless inner life.

Raised on classical piano and early Disney soundtracks, Berk eventually gravitated toward influences like The Beatles, David Bowie, Liz Phair, and Elliott Smith — a mix that shaped her instinct for melody, emotional catharsis, and lyrical truth. What she makes now, though, is something singular: indie rock and dream‑pop fused with DIY grit, emotional honesty, and the courage to bare her inner world.

In what follows, I want to explore Tamar Berk’s strengths as a musician — her multi-instrumentalism, her knack for mood and texture — and how on ocd she channels overthinking, vulnerability, and occasional panic into songs that feel like listening to someone thinking aloud.

Multi‑layered musician: instruments, production & power of solo control

One of the most striking aspects of Tamar Berk’s work is how much of it she controls herself. On ocd, she handles not only vocals and songwriting but also guitars, piano, synths, Wurlitzer, organ, bass, strings, programming, percussion — often layering sounds to produce something both intimate and richly textured.

That DIY ethos gives her music a special honesty. Because she’s involved in nearly every aspect, nothing feels over-polished or disingenuous — the distortions, reverb, and ambient murkiness all serve the truth of her emotional landscape. The result: a sound that lingers, unsettles, and stays with you.

In musical terms, that means ocd isn’t strictly an indie‑pop or alt‑rock album. It’s more like a fever dream — alternately noisy and delicate, sometimes urgent, sometimes hazy. The instrumentation shifts fluidly: thick, fuzzy guitars and sparse, somber piano; ghostly synths and grounded bass; literal sonic loops echoing the mental loops the lyrics describe.

At times, Berk leans into distortion and echo to evoke disorientation; at others, she strips things down to nothing but light keys, soft vocals, and a sense of fragile introspection. That dynamic — the back‑and‑forth between chaos and calm — is exactly what gives ocd its power.

Lyrical honesty: overthinking, mental spirals, and the beauty inside the mess

If the music gives you the frame, the lyrics are the beating heart of ocd. This is an album that wears its anxieties on its sleeve — about obsession, memory, identity, self-doubt, longing, and the loops of anxiety and overthinking. As Berk puts it, she called the album ocd because she “lives in loops. I overthink everything. But this record helped me make a little bit of beautiful sense out of that.”

The lead single ‘Stay Close By’ sets the tone for the album: dreamy guitars and soft vocals weave around lyrics of indecision, longing, and inertia — “I don’t know why I can’t reply on time, or can’t make up my mind,” she sings. The result feels like a confession whispered in a quiet room: vulnerable, real, and ache-filled.

But not all of ocd wallows plaintively. The title track ocd itself confronts mental spirals head‑on, repeating lines like “I got OCD … over and over and over,” rendering the relentlessness of intrusive thoughts in musical form: looping, dizzying, claustrophobic.

Elsewhere, Berk’s songwriting explores memory, regret, longing, and desire for escape — or at least some kind of emotional catharsis. The songs move between bleak introspection and moments of fragile hope, capturing that tension many of us live with: the part that fears and ruminates, and the part that still wants connection, meaning, or release. As one summary puts it, ocd “invites listeners into her inner thoughts” — messy, complicated, yet somehow familiar and human.

A sonic and emotional arc: ocd as a map of inner turbulence

What makes ocd compelling — and perhaps unique in the indie scene this year — is how well its musical and lyrical elements align to create an overall arc: it feels less like a collection of songs and more like a single, immersive experience. Berk seems to want to draw listeners into her mind, step by step, track by track.

The album shifts between dream‑pop haze and rock‑tinged fervor, between introspective hush and emotional outburst. That dynamic — of contrast and layering — mirrors the experience of anxiety, overthinking, and identity searching. On one track you might be floating in soft guitars and wistful melodies; on the next you’re confronting distortion, repetition, and confessional urgency.

That tonal range reflects the alternation many of us know well: memory and regret, hope and despair, the attempt to control thoughts and the surrender when it becomes too much. In that sense, ocd isn’t just music — it’s a kind of emotional landscape, felt in sound as much as in words.

Importantly, Berk doesn’t pretend to provide tidy resolutions. Her voice doesn’t promise that overthinking will end, or that clarity will come. Instead, she offers catharsis, empathy, and solidarity — a map for all the tangled thoughts, the dark nights, the loops. It’s messy. It’s real. But it’s shared.

Why ocd matters as growth

For longtime followers of Tamar Berk, ocd may feel familiar in some ways: there are still fuzzy guitars, melodic hooks, and a DIY spirit. But this album marks a new level of ambition and vulnerability. As one review noted, this is her “most personal and intense work yet.”

Her growth is obvious — not just as a songwriter, but as a producer and composer. The fact that she plays multiple instruments, layers them herself, and co-produces the record gives ocd a cohesiveness and authenticity that few albums achieve. The emotional weight doesn’t come across as polished or packaged — it feels lived, raw, and human.

Moreover, at a time when mental health, overthinking, and the pressures of modern life feel increasingly pervasive, ocd offers something rare: a mirror that’s honest but compassionate. It doesn’t romanticize anxiety; it doesn’t idealize healing. It simply says: this is what it feels like. And maybe that’s enough — maybe that kind of honesty is exactly what art should do.

In that sense, Tamar Berk isn’t just writing songs — she’s doing what few musicians do: giving voice to inner chaos, shaping it into melody and texture, and inviting you to sit with it all. ocd isn’t easy listening. It’s hard, sometimes disquieting. But it’s real. And in its messy honesty lies its power.

Final thoughts: Tamar Berk as a voice for the over‑thinkers, the dreamers, the stranded

There’s a long tradition in music of turning pain into beauty, chaos into catharsis — but few artists do it with as much rawness, intimacy, and creative control as Tamar Berk. On ocd, she doesn’t just invite you in: she opens the door, hands you something fragile, and says, “this is what it feels like.”

That willingness to expose uncertainty, loops of thought, doubt — is an act of bravery. And as a listener, you’re not just a spectator: you become a companion in the spirals. Maybe you don’t walk out with answers. But you walk out with somewhere to begin.

If you’ve ever felt your thoughts spin too fast, if you’ve ever felt stuck in loops of regret or longing — ocd is for you. And even if you haven’t, this record might just show you what you never knew you could feel so deeply: the strange beauty of overthinking — and the power of turning it into art.

Give it a listen. Turn the lights down. And let Tamar Berk lead you through the loops.