Peggy Gou – It Makes You Forget (Itgehane) A shimmer of light finally offers a reprieve, tempering Letissier’s desolation with hope.
It is a desperately sad song: bass lurching like an oil spill that tapers to a calligraphic point, a stark Hey Mickey drumbeat that’s almost mockingly peppy. Deny yourself long enough, and existence and escape become inconsequential. Héloïse Letissier has made a career of living out her multifaceted desires, but Doesn’t Matter confronts the consequences of self-denial: denying treacherous thoughts while lying opposite a lover, denying eating disorders, denying the sense that you want more than you’re supposed to. Christine and the Queens – Doesn’t Matter It quite simply slaps, and is a reminder that MC culture in the UK remains thrillingly vital and innovative. This is UK drill at its most glamorous, high-definition and addictive, Unknown T conveying the claustrophobia of crime-ridden streets even as he delivers withering disparagement of his foes the sheer resonance of his voice makes the chorus incredibly catchy, linked by a bridge of pure bashment power. Unknown T – Homerton BĬould he become the new Giggs? The east London rapper certainly shares his deep-throated authority on this breakthrough track that threw down a marker like a banger on a pavement. This is exactly as a song about sex in a new relationship should be: as his coy, sultry verses give way to irrepressible pop euphoria in the chorus, he preserves the awe in ecstasy. Quite early in My My My!, Troye Sivan appears to give up on writing proper lyrics and decides to succumb to sensation: “Oh, my, my, my!” he exclaims, over and over and over again. But this screamingly delightful ode to Lizzo’s voracious sexual appetite (encompassing “big boys, itty-bitty boys, Mississippi boys, inner-city boys” and more besides) is no mannered pastiche, and rights the coercive wrongs of Robin Thicke and Pharrell’s infamous single by insisting on pleasure for all involved. Yes, Boys’ sassy chimes and vintage funk licks bring to mind Blurred Lines and Uptown Funk. The sort of filter-house edit that rolls into clubland with pleasing regularity, the German producer delivers a masterpiece of condensed emotion by mashing up a two-bar loop of Melba Moore’s Pick Me Up I’ll Dance with vocal samples from Gladys Knight’s Neither One of Us. DJ Koze – Pick UpĬondensed emotion … DJ Koze. She brought electronic minimalism to flamenco and coupled it with a ravishing aesthetic more complete than that of many cinematic auteurs: a star was born. Malamente is about defying a bad omen, but even if you can’t understand a word of Spanish star Rosalía’s lyrics – thrillingly rapped, trilled and whispered – the song’s dangerous air of seduction makes her proposition perfectly clear. The villain in High Horse is a buzz-killer who thinks they’re cooler than everybody else – too cool to get down with her sumptuous string flourishes, the kind of Bee Gees razzle-dazzle that begs for a synchronised dance routine and a chorus that, astonishingly, lands the phrase “giddy up” with aplomb. She got cosmic on her fourth album, Golden Hour, yet her effortlessly pop songwriting remained grounded. There’s no greater crime in Kacey Musgraves’ world than a big head. Lands the phrase ‘giddy up’ with aplomb … Kacey Musgraves.
Drake balances a beautifully simple, keening top line with the chaotic big dick energy of late rapper Magnolia Shorty, whose sampled exhortations to “clap that ass” were duly followed on dancefloors across the globe. One of Drake’s three transatlantic No 1s in 2018, In My Feelings was given an extra fillip by the viral dance craze created by Insta-comedian Shiggy, but its success was sealed by the sheer harmony of the track itself.
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Mainland has a scrappy garage chug, tempered with the sweet breeziness of chillwave indie like Real Estate, and vocal harmonies that cock an ear to Teenage Fanclub – plus bags and bags of melody. But this Melbourne quintet show that jangling guitars will never, ever stop being a joy, no matter how much tastes change. There are only two bands in this top 20, showing how the cultural dial (at least among Guardian critics) has continued to drift away from indie and rock. Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – Mainland
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