Maeri Ferguson

It’s no coincidence that Charlotte Cornfield has made her most laid-bare record yet in the wake of becoming a mother. The aptly titled Hurts Like Hell sums up all the toughest and sweetest pathways that led her to this place and drew her out of herself in a way

“Will it be me or it will it be her/to say I love you first?” Buck Meek sings on “Gasoline,” the energizing opener on his latest solo outing The Mirror. This frenetic buzz that comes with new love (or old love that feels new again), the power it yields

There isn’t a single note on Julianna Riolino’s sophomore album Echo in the Dust that isn’t delivered with what sounds like every bit of gusto she’s got. Whether she’s offering a romantic gesture or a simmering kiss-off, Riolino uses all of her voice—the soulful

Emily Scott Robinson begins her latest record, Appalachia, with a hymn, a promise for the year ahead to be better than the last. With a melancholic echo of “Auld Lang Syne,” Robinson offers some hope for new beginnings even when it seems unthinkable. And though “Hymn for the Unholy”  wasn’

“I’m nobody’s pocket change,” sings Sophie Gault on “Pocket Change,” a kiss-off befitting the rough-around-the-edges sound Gault has been perfecting for years, this time on her latest record, Unhinged. Gault’s voice is a pretty snarl, its soft and abrasive sides in beguiling harmony, ideal for telling an