This is vocalist Sally Spitz' definitive performance, replete with on-a-dime dynamic shifts and cavernous, lifted-soft-palate bellows followed by pinched and powerful punchlines. The rhythm section is equally sublime. The interplay between bassist and saxophonist is borderline balletic, sinewy and seductive. You can also hear a distinctive, left-in-the-mix grunt at 1:38. That’s that good shit. ►

This is the kind of joint that would have been played on Friday Night Flavors twenty-two years ago, and the next morning yours truly would be flying down the 10 to get the wax at Fatbeats. (Vermont location!) ►

ZOOSPA can be a lot to take in, but its stellar cast of characters and treasure trove of head-knocking beats are well worth the whiplash. ►

Porch Sam’s lexicon is filled with sour modular blips, guitar feedback, and frantic live percussion, which creep in to hijack the sublime beauty for a drive through the Uncanny Yucca Valley. ►

When the apocalypse is nigh, that final Paul Revere ride won’t just be somebody shouting that ruin is on the way. Instead, they’ll be playing Zig-Zags at pulverizing volume. ►

The too-brief EP is a collaboration with prolific producer Dutchyyy, who lays down a bed of smoldering breakbeats and soul jazz, the perfect complement to Mousey’s beat-battle-worn torch singer delivery. ►