Listen: Ain’t Talking by Cutty

Comprised of singer Amy Precious and multi-instrumentalist and producer, Kev La Kat, Cutty are an artistic duo hailing from the UK. The pair first forged their partnership off the back of a seemingly simple conversation at a local bar, where Amy worked and Kev DJ’d, with Precious asking Kev for support producing music for an upcoming art exhibition. Having bonded on a shared love of 90s trip-hop, Björk, funkadelic, and electronic music, they established a deeper collaboration in Cutty.

Having caught the ears of BBC Introducing and DIY Magazine, Cutty have since established a following in their hometown of Hull. Drawing inspiration from diverse influences, their sound combines disparate styles with a high-energy aesthetic to create something raw, dynamic, and yet accessible.

Having initially released a portion of their work, Cutty took a break to further refine their sound, creating a number of new songs over the past year. They have now selected the best of that material to make up their forthcoming EP, Pump Funk. The first single from that EP, Ain’t Talking, is a statement of intent, demonstrating the way the duo’s sound is evolving.

Ain’t Talking opens with a swagger, chunky drums and thick bass providing a concrete platform for Precious’ vocals and attitude, as her lyrics explore a sense of running in contrast to those around you. This sentiment reflects the song’s articulation of what the pair describe as “defying the need to speak when what’s being said around you doesn’t matter”… It is an embrace of the notion of connection with others, whilst also taking the time “to piece together our own truths”.

Overall, Ain’t Talking is the kind of song that constantly keeps you on your toes. Taking a pause mid-way through, Amy’s vocals are joined by a slowly building guitar riff, before veering off into a cacophony of liquid drum and bass. This unpredictable nature makes Cutty’s latest single feel alive, thrillingly divergent and disruptive. I can’t wait to hear more.

Watch: Touch Me There by Ruby Gill

Born in Johannesburg but now based in Naarm/Melbourne, Ruby Gill is a breakthrough musician who has received coverage from triple j and BBC 6 Music, NME, Clash and the Independent. On Touch Me There, Gill is unveiling what she calls her ‘most special creation’.

A raw piece of anti-folk, Touch Me There bristles with authenticity and vulnerability. Gill wrote the song for herself, and it represents the moment where she first came out to herself, sitting writing the lyrics on a riverbank.

The song’s production and style is relatively simple — Gill’s vocals sung against a gentle background melody, strummed by Gill on an acoustic guitar. As the song progresses, however, her vocal is gradually joined by those of Gill’s ‘found family’ choir, made up of local queer, female and gender-diverse musicians Annie-Rose Maloney, Hannah McKittrick, Hannah Cameron, Jess Ellwood, Angie McMahon, and Olivia Hally (Oh Pep!).

As it slowly builds, Touch Me There reflects a growing determination and self-awareness from Ruby herself. Her lyrics, which include phrases like ‘want someone to know what I like when I’m tired’, and ‘tries to convince me that I am an angel when I just want you to fuck me on the table’, reflect someone who has long denied themselves the kind of connection we all need. Hearing Gill open up and articulate her own desires is a deeply moving and inspiring experience.

Talking about what the song means to her, Ruby Gill says:

‘During the longest dry spell of my life, I came out to myself. The first time I said it out loud was in this song — all that sitting by a river waiting for the truth to come out led to me being honest for the first time about who I was attracted to and what kind of sex I wanted in my life. It took almost two years of zero kissing to get to that point of self-knowledge. Not intentionally, haha — everything just felt so wrong and scary after being touched in really unsafe ways before that. I was numb for years, but I finally felt sensation in my body again after writing Touch Me There. It broke me open. I hope it breaks other people open too, whether it’s about queerness or otherwise. You have a say over your love and pleasure.’

Check out Touch Me There below:

Listen: Hearts Fall In Line by Ian McFarland

The latest single from Ian McFarland represents a departure from his usual sound, citing a musical rebrand as leading to a repositioning from ‘punk and edge’ towards pop and dance-ability.

The resulting sound, at the fore on Hearts Fall In Line, is warm and textural. The song opens with arch, fuzzy guitars as McFarland produces a slightly whimsical vocal. The result has just a dash of the nostalgic feeling of something like Smashing Pumpkins’ 1979. Having gradually opened up, the short chorus at the thirty-second mark transitions the song into a kaleidoscopic instrumental bridge, drums and instrumentation giving the song a freewheeling, dream-like quality.

McFarland’s exploration of music began whilst studying abroad in Spain, where he started writing music and performing music under his own name, leading to him taking a minor in music production at Berklee College of Music. After moving to New York, Ian’s career began to take shape, with him performing in numerous live venues and, ultimately, assembling his current trio of musicians.

Opening with the line, ‘Picking up the pieces of our time’, Hearts Fall In Line was written on the USA’s election night back in November. It represents McFarland’s attempt to make sense of what he was seeing, manifesting in the chorus’ line, ‘Hearts fall in line for you, hearts fall out of time for me’.

The song has a playful feel to it, almost ferris wheel like, conveying the ups, downs, and circular nature of politics, society, and history. At the same time, there is an underlying sadness to McFarland’s performance, and you can sense him attempting to retreat into the innocence of youth, particularly on the line ‘Putting back together fragments of my youth’.

Ian McFarland has created a compelling musical collage on Hearts Fall In Line, whilst conveying the weird alienation many of us feel in this specific moment.

Listen: Flowers Fell by Avery Friedman

The latest single from Brooklyn-based musician Avery Friedman opens with soft guitars and hushed harmonies, a layered blanket of sound that ushers in a fragile vocal. Flowers Fell finds more stable footing as its solid drum beat cautiously thumps out, like feet testing the ground. Avery’s music here floats on a complex ocean of noise — distortion and fragments glimmer, but the overall texture pulls together to create a sense of buoyancy.

Having originally felt that songwriting was something reserved for other people, Friedman began taking music seriously following both a transcendent live music experience and a traumatic mugging, that led to her seeking solace in music. Having first taken to the stage in July last year, she has since shared it with a number of artists, including h. pruz, Dead Gowns and Sister. She is now in the process of releasing her first album.

Coming ahead of Friedman’s debut LP, New Thing, the song Flowers Fell represents its lead single. Weaving together grungy, distorted instrumentation, Avery creates a soundscape that slowly builds, as she explores the human experience of change and transformation, most directly paralleled in our sensation of the changing seasons:

‘The opening melody for Flowers Fell came to me on a headphone-less walk home one night down Greene Avenue in Brooklyn. I had noticed that the flowers that once lined the branches had been replaced by leaves — seemingly in the blink of an eye. I was briefly disappointed until I considered that the petals had made way for something more sustainable – and equally full of life. The song became a meditation on the concept of place – how things of our surroundings like “sidewalks,” and “balconies” and “trees,” can act as fixed backdrops upon which we measure our personal evolutions (and the evolutions of our relationships) across the span of many seasons.’

I’ve already referenced how relevant this notion of change feels right now, in early January, not just seasonally, but politically and from a more macro-societal perspective. I find the Stoicism Friedman employs on Flowers Fell comforting. It isn’t about letting go and giving up on creating the change you want, but instead reflects a recognition that things naturally evolve, and cycle. Check it out below:

Listen: Prettiest Girl Of Heaven by Caroline Strickland

Originally hailing from Virginia, Caroline Strickland is a Brooklyn-based musician who focused on making music exploring the sense of self, self-actualisation, and ‘the tension between arrogance and tenderness’.

Prettiest Girl Of Heaven is the final single to be lifted from Strickland’s forthcoming EP, Martha’s Calling. The song sees Strickland perform the kind of rousing vocal that reminds me of Florence Welch, setting it against a slowly building crescendo of fuzzy, folky guitar and earthy instrumentation. Carefully overdubbed vocals create soft harmonies and a sense of self-compassion, those additional layers feeling like the support of a friend gently providing encouragement, as Strickland repeats the song’s title refrain to herself.

The song itself has a slightly complex origin story — an example of someone arguably saying the wrong thing, but it landing in a moment where it actually ends up helping the person it is said to. Caroline explains:

‘Prettiest Girl Of Heaven takes its namesake from a catcall I received walking east in Manhattan towards 2nd Avenue (in) Fall 2023. I had just left a shift at Madewell in SoHo. I was crying my eyes out. It was November (…) Walking with a wet cold face under scaffolding someone, some angel, yelled at me, “You are one of the PRETTIEST GIRLS OF HEAVEN!!!” I was struck with a white blade of light and love all at once, despite the misogyny of it all. It was as if this yeller brought me back to the present, where I suddenly had the strength to reckon with the fact I was alone, and most of my continued unhappiness was now a choice.’

The imperfect nature of the moment somehow created a moment of perfection for Strickland, being the thing she needed to re-centre herself and find what she needed to know at that moment. Just don’t take this as validation of misogynistic behaviour.

Check out Prettiest Girl Of Heaven below, and look out for Caroline Strickland’s forthcoming EP, Martha’s Calling, set for release on 7 March through Good Eye Records.