It all started with a DM; a rogue album link sent straight to my Instagram. Their name, H.LLS, sat somewhere between a URL and a typo, and their profile had no faces, just three artists with mysterious red-orange squares for heads. Suffice to say, my curiosity was piqued. “What is H.LLS?” I asked. “Music,” came the reply. “Fine,” I thought, somewhat reluctantly. “I’ll listen.” I later learned that the H.LLShellip;read more raquo;