Klas Jonsson does not come to you. This is perhaps the first thing worth understanding about the Gothenburg-based musician who has spent the better part of two years releasing music with the unhurried confidence of someone who has already made peace with the fact that the algorithm will not save him. Versions, his new EP and first release of 2026, is a collection of four remixed tracks pulled from his existing catalogue — a document less of reinvention than of revelation, the kind of record that turns a light on in a room you thought you already knew.

There is a particular kind of cruelty embedded in tenderness — the sort that Harriet Wheeler once traced in The Sundays' crystalline sadness, that Elbow find in the small devastations of ordinary life, that Mazzy Star perfected by making beauty itself feel like a wound. The Ingrid, a trio assembled at university in Chichester of all places, seem to understand this instinctively. Their third single, "Lullaby," is a song that comforts you the way a stranger at a funeral might: warmly, sincerely, and from a distance that never quite closes.

**The quietest records are often the loudest arguments.** EGGER's third single arrives not with the chest-thumping bravado of an artist demanding your attention, but with the unhurried confidence of someone who already knows you'll lean in. And lean in you will.