Each week, Vulture highlights the best new music. Listen to them all. As the days grow dark and short and long drawn-out baths are the reward for a year of toil, the warmth of an acoustic paean to a dream of everlasting togetherness can fill a cold space with hope and the desire to recuperate for another trip around the sun. Melancholy, as a concept, is incredibly pervasive in the music we listen to. Dan Snaith, as Caribou, has perfected a sad-on-the-dance-floor strain that manages to celebrate love even as it laments the more painful aspects of it.
Laying alone in your mistake. Make it up to me someday. Her lyrics expose layers of frustration yet her delivery is almost eerily serene. There is no way I would ever have predicted the existence of a band called Porridge Radio but now that one exists I cannot understand a world without one. Porridge Radio, who met in the U. But this Porridge Radio refuse to give up the fight as they screech through a final crescendo toward the light.
The music video proves nothing more and nothing less. Rippling synths and electric guitar color this Technicolor beat. The distinction here is that, now, Tinashe answers to herself. Give Tinashe her things! Their streak continues, but at least now the music and visuals enhance each other.
This song was written while Allison was on the road, thinking about the time she was losing out on with her mother. It is evaporating through our fingers. Was it the final mercury in retrograde of the decade that had me feeling some type of way this week, or do the latest releases from galactic goddesses FKA Twigs and Grimes have me more in my feels than usual? Lyrically, both tracks traffic in detachment, defeat, and impending doom. The Algorithm Mix is a mind-numbing blend of softly layered synths and relaxed vocals.
Liquid novocaine. Remember East 17? The Big Moon do. Would you do it all over again? Eilish knows she has it — Daise Bedolla. No matter how you felt about the show, the score slaps.
If Diplo remixed a Michael Kiwanuka song, I imagine it would sound something like this. You know what to do. Today the L. I caught the first night in L.
For all those feeling a little pensive as the winter kicks in. Well, like everything with Diplo these days and always? The beautifully ridiculous video for this remix has Diplo in Niall Horan cosplay; the actual remix, though, is Diplo in Calvin Harris cosplay.
The track creates a high energy, low energy dynamic, and dances with the idea of this new relationship, or a new phase of a preexisting one. You could argue the Spanish performer and producer is single-handedly catalyzing the globalization of pop music, and using her spotlight to showcase the art, history, and culture of her own roots.
Mainly though, the song fucks. Kuhad looks back on being hopelessly in love, grieving a relationship that once was. I just want to give this guy a big hug.
Jessie Ware has proven herself to be a slinky chameleon, as capable of dramatic balladry or funky house as she once was dubstep cameos in the early s. Dreams take hold slowly; we slip from unconsciousness to otherworld.
Exitpost is the moniker of Japanese-American producer Ken Herman. Born in Tokyo, Herman moved to New York at a young age. Around the mark, a fluttering of synths disrupts the ethereal soundscape. Ordinary images take on shapes and sounds: chopsticks pinch, pages ruffle, and legs elongate. The shift from the guitar-centric Lonerism to the synth-focused Currents made sense because everything still bore the mark of Tame Impala mastermind Kevin Parker: an obsession with transition, with the feeling of being an outsider looking in, and then later, an insider looking out at the world he used to occupy with a sort of weary and wary acceptance.
Well, that and the dynamic drums of this song. At the turn of the decade, it was one of the first rock acts to contend with being asked about what genre it fit into just as the age of indie tribalism was dying. Now such bands are expected to genre-hop. Even at its most low-key, as on this track, his music is fun to listen to and really get inside of.
Back with a disco bang accent strings, a Chic-like bass line, etc. Dua, wop that thing, girl. It sounds absolutely terrifying, which is kind of her point. Falling in love can be scary — fear of the unknown, etc. Stalagmites are cool, but that would be a real loss. Following their lukewarm collaboration with Chance the Rapper, sister duo CocoRosie delivered an eerie comeback track.
Big Halloween Energy. Plenty of bands go on to release albums for decades, but their fan base and the discourse around them sometimes diminishes. Rather than follow an artistic progression, we just jump to the next thing before the last thing even has time to breathe and figure their shit out. Deerhunter, thankfully, is a band that has had time to breathe and explore new worlds with each album. Across its 12 minutes, it moves seamlessly from strutting bar rock to long, almost dubbed-out piano vamps.
Frontman Bradford Cox is an expert at translating vitriol to sadness and back again, but working with a run time like this, he disappears for minutes at a time, allowing the very accomplished band the space to explore all sorts of musical terrain, creating a hypnotic song that never really feels repetitive. Seriously, how does she get her hair so good??? Our culprit is newfound Wife Guy Justin Bieber. Over the course of the last decade, Gomez endured a tumultuous on-and-off-again relationship with the artist, who would be engaged and married to Hailey Bieber six months after his breakup with Gomez.
Seen through this lens, the video is an exploration of the seven stages of grief. Is there a better songwriter than Dan Bejar? My tolerance for the music of Dan Bejar stretches into infinity, and it should for you too, because he is consistently making music that plays with genre and nostalgia as a starting point, moving on to explore the weirdness of life against whatever instrumental backdrop he decides to go with.
Side note: Did you hear the harp?! How long does Dev make chilling eye contact with his phone camera? This score video is its own kind of music therapy. Vincent, Lykke Li, to name a few , and — for me — Missal was beyond a doubt the voice of the night.
The way she tears a stage apart squares up to the muscle of any of her male ancestors too. Styles refuses to be defined. My teenage soul is singing. The track is a self-addressed letter, full of self-critiques, notes from the negative voice in her head, and accumulating anxiety from outside sources, questioning her purpose as an early-aughts entertainer.
As with some of their alt-rock Icelandic peers, the former teenage stars have become masters at evoking as much emotion and storytelling in the musicality of their compositions as they do in the lyrics. The tension is released on the chorus though, as they search for a breakthrough in seemingly eternal darkness. At what point does fringe become infringement? Revering your musical predecessors is one thing. Profiting from the past is another. Though aptly compared to the Allman Brothers, Marcus King is no anachronism.
Twenty-three-year-old King bends genres to his vocals, which possess a soulful grit, not unlike freshly greased tires on a dirt road. If I only had one chance to show someone an example of a mating call for cuffing season, I would play them this song. Cherry Glazerr ft. Cherry Glazerr, spearheaded by Clem Creevy, remains one of the most gratifying bands to follow in L. With every release, be it album, EP, or one-off collaboration, they display a hunger for endless types of music, without ever losing their DIY punk roots.
Its guiding principle seems to be to have fun. Flume ft. Sometimes you retain only fragments, loose threads that leave more questions than answers; other times memories floor you in their totality. Tei Shi ft. The underlying message is deeply sad and deeply true, but like most Tei Shi songs, it is still somehow a bop?
The Empress is back! Turn this track up for the freaky Fall weekend. DaBaby ft. Wiki is a perfect New York rapper because his combination of reverence, frustration, and love for the city that birthed him is palpable in every single one of his songs.
He is always bobbing just above the beat, barely staying afloat. Vincent or Nine Inch Nails. She writes about solitude, change, and wanting better connections.