Sydney-based artist Cassy Judy arrives with her latest release bearing the scars and celebrations of a life lived loudly. "The Cassy Judy Mixtape" represents a curious departure for an artist known primarily for her raucous live performances—those sold-out Sydney Comedy Festival shows where props proliferate and singalongs are mandatory. Here, working with longtime producer Derek J Turner at Quarterpipe Studios in Gymea Bay, she trades some of that theatrical irreverence for a more introspective register, though her fundamental refusal to be pigeonholed remains intact.

There's a particular brand of madness required to form a rock band solely to soundtrack your own film. That Ettecon—the husband-and-wife production team of Kevin and Juliette Short—have not only attempted this feat but emerged with a genuinely compelling record speaks volumes about their commitment to creative authenticity over commercial expedience.

The audacity of titling a single "Legends" could easily backfire, yet Andy Smith and Emily E. Finke have delivered a track that justifies its lofty ambitions. Fresh from claiming the International Male Singer of the Year award at Atlanta's ISSA (International Singer-Songwriters Association), Smith has joined forces with Finke to create what is, without any shadow of doubt, his best offering yet – a piece that channels the gothic grandeur of Nick Cave while maintaining its own distinctive voice.

The cigarette as metaphor has been exhausted to the point of cliché in confessional songwriting, yet decede manages to resurrect it with genuine poignancy in the opening line of "Leave It All Behind." Perhaps it's because the gesture here feels less like affectation and more like documentary – the actual ritual of someone sitting alone, parsing through the wreckage of a relationship with nothing but tobacco smoke and memory for company.

Indianapolis quartet Pentrilox have crafted something genuinely unsettling with "Wasteland Whispers," a track that understands the most insidious battles are rarely fought at volume. This is atmospheric rock stripped to its psychological essence, a slow-burning meditation on internal collapse that refuses the cathartic release we've been conditioned to expect. Instead, it offers something far more disquieting: the recognition that despair doesn't announce itself with fanfare but arrives as a whisper, reasonable and persuasive.

James Shumway's latest release, "So Glad You're Mine," arrives with the confidence of a composer who has found his authentic voice. Following the worldwide acclaim garnered by his piano solo "To the One I Love"—whose spectacular video, filmed against the backdrop of Aspen Grove, Utah, captured international attention—this new work demonstrates both continuity and evolution in Shumway's artistic journey.