When one of your favourite folk duos name a song after your favourite boxing / mafia boss actor (shout out to Oscar!), it's rude not to indulge. It turns out this indulgence isn't all that guilty. Angus & Julia Stone close their 2017 album Snow with Sylvester Stallone, a track that is equal parts tender, fun, and fucking lovely. Follow the pair as they meet, fall in love, and stay where they are.
This is the song that everyone's December needs. Listen to it on your headphones (volume 8/10) while bashing into people on your way home.
This track from London trio Hælos' debut album is a bit of a slow burner to begin with. But hang in there for the second half of the song, it builds to some brilliant girl / boy repetition.
Longtime favouriteGeorgia released her eponymous debut album earlier this month, and I just want to dangle the best adjectives off it. As any self-respecting debut from an artist who's been around for a second, it has some oldies but goodies, like digits and be ache, while introducing us to brilliant new tracks. Hold it, intro and heart wrecking animals (who knew the world and our ears had capacity for so many wrecking-ball songs?) are standouts. Honestly, I could write a blog post about each any every track on this album. Easily 10/10.
There's a new kid on the block when it comes summertime soundtracks: Andrew Applepie.
Applepie glitches and stabs his way through a library of samples in 1, his hazey, breezy and sunsoaked debut.
This is one of those releases where you could get stuck on the same track for weeks, deserts the opener is that good. But soldier on, every song in this EP is a winner.
I keep promising myself that I'll get past the first three minutes of this track. But the lull in the middle of this track is a baron wasteland in comparison to the jolting, jazzy, energetic opening - OPN's Manhattan time lapse in song.
One day I will get there, but for now I'm happy living in a world where this song doesn't end.
When it comes to Lorde + Lana Del Ray, Transviolet proves that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts (or inspirations).
Girls your age is the quartet's debut, meshing folks-y vocals with stark minimalist electronics. This minimalism continues in the arrangement; there are points where they could have taken it a step further, but they don't. While their restraint is admirable, I like swirling climaxes.
Transviolet remind me of a cleaner, less grungy Warpaint - I'm definitely interested to see what else they have up their sleeves.
After an unscheduled hiatus, it is repulsion not love that brings me back. Like life, music criticism / opinion is not all about the good stuff, it's about wading through all the shit too.
Enter Jeremy Loops: 1 - Lifestyle porn does not equal good music 2 - This song completely relies on the mediocre backing singers.
I don't give a fuck if he's got a man-bun, this is utter wank. Don't listen / watch (especially watch, this species of YouTube vermin lives off view counts).
