This collection was born out of the search for something bigger than the silence & static. On Friday, I think we came close to finding it.

From the Editor: The Sforzando Issue

Nothing in this place has ever been abandoned. If we sound desperate, that’s only because we know what our hands can do.

Thank you for teaching us the grace of sandpaper, the razor-kiss of wreckage, staccato-sharp skeleton strung up to a 4/4 time signature.

Songs for the Sforzando Issue (a selection)

The songs our team has been spinning as we work to curate your—& our own—burning & cracking & aching into something beautiful for you.

This issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.

On one side, there’s a tumultuous danger that keeps me on my toes—but on the other there’s serenity, hypnotic sound and movement.