Lana Del Rey’s smouldering return, and 12 more new songs
Pop critics for The New York Times weigh in on recent new songs and videos
Lana Del Rey Mariners Apartment Complex
Lana Del Rey’s misery business continues to thrive. Mariners Apartment Complex is the first song she’s released in advance of her forthcoming sixth album, and it doesn’t vary much from the woozy grandeur she typically luxuriates in. But there’s a moment late in the song when a new feeling crystallises: “Who I am is a big-time believer/ That people can change, but you don’t have to leave her.” A lesson? A warning? A plea?
— Jon Caramanica
Kurt Vile Bassackwards
Two-chord folk-rock hypnosis and, of course, guitars running backward are the raison d’être for Kurt Vile’s Bassack
wards. It’s yet another of his midtempo, semi-spoken meditations on a drifting mind and how the mundane becomes mystical. And it’s an exercise in how a collection of guitar licks can keep revealing new intersections for nearly 10min. — Jon Pareles
Alice Merton Why So Serious
This song, from Alice Merton’s debut album Mint, due early next year, is a rousing take on centrist 1980s pop with a disco tempo and the faintest texture of US southern rock. Which is to say: Haim, watch out. — Jon Caramanica
Richard Thompson The Storm Won’t Come
Richard Thompson has never made a bad album in a career dating back to the 1960s, when he was a prime mover in British trad-rock with Fairport Convention. But 13 Rivers, his new one, is filled with the spark of his peak moments: a grim urgency, an unflinching gaze, a lean intensity to the music. Maybe it’s because so many of the songs are in minor modes; maybe it’s because his lyrics probe psychological states instead of concocting character studies; maybe it’s because he keeps his guitar-playing upfront; maybe it’s because his hardheaded stoicism suits a dire era. In The Storm
Won’t Come, he longs for a cleansing apocalypse over a Bo Diddley beat, and his 2min lead-guitar finale summons elemental forces. — Jon Pareles
Al Green Before The Next Teardrop Falls
Al Green’s first solo recording in a decade is a reminder of past glories, particularly Love And Happiness. It’s a remake of Freddy Fender’s country hit with familiar landmarks: the kind of 1970s Memphis soul beat that Willie Mitchell used to provide, a churchy organ, discreet strings and emphatic horn interjections. Most important, Green is his old self: arriving anywhere he wants around the beat, gliding or leaping, importunate and reassuring. The performance, like the song, promises steadfastness, not surprise.
— Jon Pareles
Gucci Mane featuring Bruno Mars and Kodak Black
Wake Up In The Sky
Tremendously tender and seductively smooth, this patient, sparkling collaboration is an unexpected turn for all of its participants. For Gucci Mane, it’s an elevated version of the plainspoken raps he’s been leaning on since his release from prison. For Kodak Black, it’s a more concisely structured take on his roundabout tongue twisters. And for Bruno Mars, it’s an opportunity to showcase his silky singing, but with a naughty twist.
— Jon Caramanica
Jacob Banks featuring Seinabo Sey Be Good To Me
Handclaps are all that accompany Jacob Banks’ deep, husky baritone as Be Good To Me begins, making it sound as if it could be an old traditional dirge. Then the synthesizers appear, throbbing and lurching, dropping out and plunging back in with dubstep impact, pushing distortion into the mix. In one of the silences, Seinabo Sey suddenly arrives. “My stupid heart is always a casualty,” she announces. “If you hit and run, do it gracefully.” The song heaves between overloaded, of-the-moment electronics and soulful voices; it’s definitely remix bait.
— Jon Pareles
Mariah Carey GTFO
Mariah Carey becomes an angry ghost on GTFO, which does not abbreviate the four-letter word in the title when she sings it. “I ain’t the type to play the martyr,” she tells the guy who’s done her wrong. “How ’bout you get the” etc. She uses only a little of her broad vocal range or her power; instead, she sings most of the song in a small, breathy voice, multitracked over a squashed, mechanical-sounding track, opening up only a little more when she reaches the title and refrain. He’s so unworthy that she can dispatch him at a fraction of her strength.
— Jon Pareles
Now Vs Now Silkworm Society
Silkworm Society comes from The Buffering Cocoon, released last week, the third album from Now Vs Now. This trio features Panagiotis Andreou on bass, Justin Tyson on drums and Jason Lindner, its de facto bandleader, playing keyboards and effects as if he’s navigating an intergalactic pod. The entire album will make you remember the 1990s for a second — when tech still made us feel optimistic, and space seemed like the place — then it’ll make you ponder the future. For fans of: Squarepusher, Aphex Twin, early Dr Dre, late J Dilla, the cinema of Fernand Léger. — Giovanni Russonello
Lil Tjay
Leaked and Brothers
A squeaky melodist in the vein of A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, young Bronx rapper Lil Tjay only has a handful of songs under his belt but has already honed the sound of exuberance. Sometimes, like on his new single Leaked, his sinuous vocals hit peaks while he talks about his newfound success: “I remember last year niggas went to Coney/ Never thought that this year I’d have a deal with Sony.” And sometimes, like on his rising hit, the stellar Brothers, his sweet, twisty vocals mask something far starker:
Bodies drop all the time I don’t feel nothing
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill something
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much I don’t feel nothing — Jon Caramanica
Medeski
Martin & Wood with Alarm Will Sound, Northern Lights
Here’s a match that was waiting to happen: the eclectic improvising trio Medeski, Martin & Wood and Alarm Will Sound, a 20-piece chamber ensemble with a spirit of incursion at its core. A couple weeks ago they released Omnisphere, a collaborative album featuring original compositions from members of both groups. Northern Lights, a modal piece written by the Alarm Will Sound bassist Miles Brown, centers on a wavering, seven-beat cycle. A marsh of brass and woodwinds sets the stage, then John Medeski’s swirling drawbar solo carries everything off into the ether.
— Giovanni Russonello
Tim Hecker Keyed Out
Composer Tim Hecker has long explored the immersive, disorienting realm of vast, edgeless, sustained electronic tones. For his recent album Konoyo, he collaborated with Tokyo Gakuso, a classical Japanese gagaku orchestra playing traditional instruments: reeds, wooden flutes, lutes, zithers, percussion. Their tones are largely swept into Hecker’s electronic realm and his glacial pacing, yet they infuse Keyed Up with a sense of ancient ceremony, enacted in an alien dimension.
— Jon Pareles
Al Green is his old self: arriving anywhere he wants around the beat, gliding or leaping, importunate and reassuring