Zydeco royalty walks into a New Orleans brass band, and Richest Man is what comes out. Jeffery Broussard has been fronting zydeco bands since the 90s, and here his accordion trades lines with horns and Anjelika "Jelly" Joseph's vocals in a duet that feels like a dance floor at midnight. Barely a hundred monthly listeners on Spotify right now, which is genuinely criminal. Get in early. The album is Bayou Moonlight - go swim in it.

Steffan calls it Ambient Indie, and honestly, that's the best label for it. White Magic floats - airy textures, a vocal that feels like part of the landscape rather than sitting on top of it, and a warmth you can't quite place until you learn he tunes close to 432hz. Written, recorded, and mastered entirely alone in the south-west of the UK. One person, one room, zero fuss. Headphones, lights off.

Don't Call My Name does exactly what a dance track should - it grabs you in the first few seconds and doesn't ask permission. Clean electronic production out of Austin, with a hook built for repeat plays.

At The Time In New York is dream pop with actual muscle - real drums, vintage synths, and a delivery so laid back it's practically horizontal. James Tonic came up through R&B and hip hop, and you can hear it in how the groove sits.

Warm, soulful house from UK producer Darren Williams - a groove that plants itself in your neck and shoulders before your brain catches up. The man has over a hundred releases on Bandcamp, so this is a rabbit hole, and you know how we feel about those. Start with Truth, chase it with the Deep House Mix, then keep digging.