I was listening to Betty Hammerschlag's new Nina-exclusive loosie "Never Enoughhhhhhh" and feeling immersed in that early-morning state when the coffee is just starting to hit and whatever music I put on is setting the mood for the day ahead. And then something strange happened.

Hammerschlag's 2025 LP, Forever Young, was a cloud-rock (or cloud-folk, as she prefers) highlight from last year, a collection of genetically mutated indie-folk that was so tweaked by auto-tune and abstract production that it took on the characteristics of an overexposed film roll.

Hammerschlag's latest tune sounded like more of the same thang; twiddling acoustic guitar, overcast synth swells, and some indistinct samples flittering in the background, achieving that quintessential cloud-rock effect where an "indie" song is being tickled by the sort of sonic chatter (ad-libs, samples, active production) that's traditionally heard in rap and electronic music.

Then, about halfway through the track I heard something that I recognized instantly. It was Brendan Yates yawping Turnstile's "Never Enough" while a chorus of tuneless fans shout the same words back just a tick or two off-beat. Hammerschlag ripped live vocal audio from a Turnstile show -- not the guitars or drums, just Yates' singing and the crowd's participation -- and dropped it into the track. Then, she bumped it down a layer or two in the mix so her acoustic guitar could tumble over it, achieving the sound of someone strumming mindlessly in their bedroom over the soft hum of the TV.

I never would've expected a Turnstile song to turn up in this kind of musical context, but I'm happy that it did. Check it.