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Weekly Discover 70 doesn’t enter — it erupts. A burst of static, beer-scented air, and a pulse that thumps like concrete under your feet. This week leans hard into rock’s raw muscle and modern R&B’s velvet tension, stitching both into one charged current. Rock fires the opening shot: jagged guitars, heat from the amp, that scorched-metal energy only late-night stages know. It’s gritty, loud, alive. Then R&B slides in — smooth, yes, but sharpened at the edges. Warm vocals over

Rising Star 89 feels like a freight train that suddenly rolls into a sleepy burg, loud enough to wake you up, but also honest enough for you to stick around with it. Your mug is now ready—your beer is waiting above the floorboards, the static buzz riffling the speakers, the concrete dust hanging onto the vocal like some additional weight, and the float of an ash-bodied ember, drifting somewhere between the kick drum and your diaphragm. If 88 represented the embers, 89 is the

Rather than creeping in, this week explodes. Weekly Discover 69 hits like a live wire, collapsing the rock, pop, electronic, and instrumental worlds in one shared pulse. This is not a playlist, this is a current. You can feel it in your veins even before the first note lands. The opening chords come raw, jagged guitar riffs scrape on your chest as if they were sparks on steel. Rock arrives first, wearing leather and uncompromisingly confident, with history behind it thick and

Rising Star 88 feels like the aftermath of a brush fire: still smoldering, still hazardous, but somehow cleaner in the air. This episode has stripped it all back to bone and blood; raw rock with a bit of American dust in its lungs. If Rising Star 87 was teetering on the brink of chaos, 88 is calm when the guitars are still vibrating, and your heartbeat hasn’t yet decided if it should rest or race. These musicians are not chasing the ghosts of rock, rather dragging them into t